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Skiing

My emotions went downhill
They fell so fast
Like the diamond coarse
I’d saved for last

The deadliest slope
Would welcome my tumble
As I plummet and drop
Heart in a crumble

Throwing myself
Into the wind
Muffling my cries
Tears freezing to my chin

I want to go home
I declare at the door
Surprised, my parents’ eyes
Take to the floor

They know my heart is broken
My door is slammed shut
Bed creaks with my weight
My sobs stifled somewhat

Sleep comes slowly
But red eyed I wake
Still in my scarf
Still at the lake

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