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The frigid air chills my skin Its bitter its caress Wrapping my skin In its bone thin fingers This I know But I remain unfeeling Just as I seem untouched By the sun’s warm glow Not even this light Can thaw stone Or give life back to the dead. And I find myself Cringing away from The harsh cruelty Of the day that is breaking Like some twisted creature Contorted by pain Crippled and ****** to roam The barren bowls of the earth Searching in vain For something unknown Aware that it will never be found Sheltered from the harsh eyes of judgment Hating me for each futile breath I take The darkness becomes me baby Can’t you see I wear it well?
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
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The frigid air chills my skin Its bitter its caress Wrapping my skin In its bone thin fingers This I know But I remain unfeeling Just as I seem untouched By the sun’s warm glow Not even this light Can thaw stone Or give life back to the dead. And I find myself Cringing away from The harsh cruelty Of the day that is breaking Like some twisted creature Contorted by pain Crippled and ****** to roam The barren bowls of the earth Searching in vain For something unknown Aware that it will never be found Sheltered from the harsh eyes of judgment Hating me for each futile breath I take The darkness becomes me baby Can’t you see I wear it well?
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
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