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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #38 {She Love's The Cold}

{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #38} {She Love's The Cold} 

 

 

I love the cold 

it chills me 

to the bone 

it makes me 

feel whole

in this 

world of 

unknown 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover originally written on April 15,2016 but posting here on 12/15/2017 all rights reserved 

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Brave

My mother calls me brave, so I am brave. 

 

She takes me to the bus stop on the first day of school and I am scared. She smiles and lets me go, so I smile and go. I am brave. 

 

She sits me down and tells me we are moving. My father will be gone a while, and I will have to make new friends. She tells me not to be sad, so I stop crying. I am brave. 

 

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