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#2

by @WhiteShadow

Are my hands always cold from the absence of another's hands, Do they feel like I because that's how I act? Cold and bitter? Sharp and rigid? Are they cold because I don't eat right? Or because I don't do much? Do my hands feel like ice because I'm sad? Because every single damn time I'm happy for even a moment I crash back down into the darkest abyss in my mind? Is the coldness just caused my the weather? Are they cold because no one cares enough to warm them up? Or because nobody notices my shivering? Or simply from poor circulation?
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