
I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, I don't think it's really good but I really wanted to participate in this challenge. :)
All times my heart has
Broken into pieces
I can’t breathe
No matter how hard I try
I’m still gasping for air
Drowning in the silence
Or in the noise
My own mind
Suffocating me
They say
America was raised
By our founding fathers
And I'm sure it was
But what about it's mothers
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Wow, this is some of the most unique frost patterning I've ever seen! I thought it was a flurry at first, not frost at all. I almost see it as a crowded airspace traffic jam of paper airplanes, or confetti!
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