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Cold

I am cold. Cold from the inside, out. My hands are cold, my feet are cold, my legs are cold, my breasts are cold, my nose, my lips, my toes, my ankles, my stomach, my back. my insides. My heart, mind. Everything, is cold. The days fluctuate between freezing, cold, chilled, and very rarely, warm. Yesterday was warm. Warm, all day long and it was amazing. I could feel myself again, I existed as more than just a ghost, an invisible girl. I was warm. Happy, warm. There are good days and there are bad days and there are average days, leaning to either good or bad. Yesterday was a good day. A good day that i have not experienced in a very, very long time. too long. Oddly long. It was lovely. Though the warmth and the good could not last. Of course, nothing ever can last. Today is cold and uncomfortable. Cold.
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Jun 12, 2012
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