leave me shivering

The sharp serrated cut of ice
Seeps deep into blue fingers.
Whilst the world is is scarlet
i am feeling blue, icy with

I wrote this poem
to reflect the pain and cold of being
alone in our society .
I’m only 13 and do not desire to
manipulate this to my advantage
but for you to understand that
even as a 13 year old I see the effects

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