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The heart chills, my mind stills. What am I doing? My existence, devolved to nothing. My strength seems like something of the past. I think of death. Sweet death, cold Like ice cream. The more I taste, the colder I feel. The more my mind hurts. Yet I cannot stop myself. This taste that lingers on my tongue is perhaps the only thing keeping me sane. My eyes are frozen. I keep them covered to keep them warm. Warm Unlike the ice cold chill I always feel The only antidote for this cold Is the warmth of a blanket. They say that people can provide warmth too but... to leave my only point of sanity and comfort? It seems too much for me. My frozen body cannot thaw. I no longer create my own warmth. I need others. A stronger person who can protect me from the Cold. From this moment, I was never my own. My pain belongs to me. My discomfort belongs to me. My chill belongs to me. I would never burden someone with my troubles. I hurt because I don't want to be hurt. I am protected because I don't want to be safe. I am cold because I don't want to be cold. I am dead because I didn't want to die.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Cold
The heart chills, my mind stills. What am I doing? My existence, devolved to nothing. My strength seems like something of the past. I think of death. Sweet death, cold Like ice cream. The more I taste, the colder I feel. The more my mind hurts. Yet I cannot stop myself. This taste that lingers on my tongue is perhaps the only thing keeping me sane. My eyes are frozen. I keep them covered to keep them warm. Warm Unlike the ice cold chill I always feel The only antidote for this cold Is the warmth of a blanket. They say that people can provide warmth too but... to leave my only point of sanity and comfort? It seems too much for me. My frozen body cannot thaw. I no longer create my own warmth. I need others. A stronger person who can protect me from the Cold. From this moment, I was never my own. My pain belongs to me. My discomfort belongs to me. My chill belongs to me. I would never burden someone with my troubles. I hurt because I don't want to be hurt. I am protected because I don't want to be safe. I am cold because I don't want to be cold. I am dead because I didn't want to die.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
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