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I used to hate the cold, What a strange thing. But then I got use to this feeling, The cold in my veins, The air, and my heart. I realized that the cold is The only satisfactory Feeling I could possible experience At anytime. A cold drink of water, Trickling down my throat, Finding its course through My weary body. A cold shower, Finding its way down my spine, To the drain that lays upon the Shower I stand in. A cold shoulder, Being left behind Has now become something I am very used to. A cold heart, Something my body got use to Years before, My mind even knew what The cold really felt like. A satisfactory feeling coursing all Throughout my body. Never felt so good to feel Absolutely nothing but what I deserve, The cold,
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
The cold, a satisfactory feeling.
I used to hate the cold, What a strange thing. But then I got use to this feeling, The cold in my veins, The air, and my heart. I realized that the cold is The only satisfactory Feeling I could possible experience At anytime. A cold drink of water, Trickling down my throat, Finding its course through My weary body. A cold shower, Finding its way down my spine, To the drain that lays upon the Shower I stand in. A cold shoulder, Being left behind Has now become something I am very used to. A cold heart, Something my body got use to Years before, My mind even knew what The cold really felt like. A satisfactory feeling coursing all Throughout my body. Never felt so good to feel Absolutely nothing but what I deserve, The cold,
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
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