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The skin on my legs is exposed and bare as the cold cuts through my many layers. How long has it been since I felt warmth? Since a gentle heart defrosted my sore bones? Since someone whispered to me that I'll live another night? I cannot recall, so the answer is simple: Too long. The cold has this affect on me. It makes my mind blurred, my memories and emotions congested. The frost on my face has made it impossible for me to smile, So my expression is tinted blue with a hint of lifelessness. How do I feel? Happy? Sad? Hopeful? Hopeless? Or nothing at all? I think I am numb, But I don't know it. I know nothing. Well, almost nothing. It is the Weather, I think. All the Weather's fault that I suffer. That I'm freezing, lifeless and alone.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
The Cold
The skin on my legs is exposed and bare as the cold cuts through my many layers. How long has it been since I felt warmth? Since a gentle heart defrosted my sore bones? Since someone whispered to me that I'll live another night? I cannot recall, so the answer is simple: Too long. The cold has this affect on me. It makes my mind blurred, my memories and emotions congested. The frost on my face has made it impossible for me to smile, So my expression is tinted blue with a hint of lifelessness. How do I feel? Happy? Sad? Hopeful? Hopeless? Or nothing at all? I think I am numb, But I don't know it. I know nothing. Well, almost nothing. It is the Weather, I think. All the Weather's fault that I suffer. That I'm freezing, lifeless and alone.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
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