ice breaks beneath my toes like glass. it gives me the feeling of destruction I hunger for in my depressive state. gives me a sense of recklessness I crave. all the while, cooling my spine and fingers and eyes. the wind blowing my loose wisps of hair. but I do not feel happiness. I do not feel relief. I feel the same jolt of sadness sent straight to my heart, its bouncing and panicky reaction. I do not feel different, and I do not feel the same.
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