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4d
In my globe I call home
I walk in snow, around I go.
My steps are covered, never seen.
My world shakes as more snow falls,
Erasing my path,
Forcing me to crawl.
On my hands and knees,
Ice burns my flesh.
I ask myself, When can I rest?
routine is important yes, but are you making a difference?
lola
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lola  18/F/the moon
(18/F/the moon)   
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