Raw icy
March wind
swirling snowflakes
rake against my soul
You are are not me
different truths,
different people
what is hell to you
is peace to me
don't project your feelings on me
swirling thoughts
raw emotions stir
rake against my soul
just leave me be
some things just are
and that is okay
you don't need to know
or understand
don't project your feelings on me
some things just are
I don't need to explain
as the wind swirls
and the snowflakes fly
scraping against my soul.
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