Loneliness peaks at the hour of the dawn. When the sharp bite of the crisp morning air, sends and icy shiver down to the very core of your soul. Leaving you longing, begging, to the comfort of another's warm body. But only to find empty air and a cold gasp in aching lungs to remind you there's no one there.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
Loneliness peaks at the hour of the dawn. When the sharp bite of the crisp morning air, sends and icy shiver down to the very core of your soul. Leaving you longing, begging, to the comfort of another's warm body. But only to find empty air and a cold gasp in aching lungs to remind you there's no one there.
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