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Eventually The cold seeps through you Into you You become The cold You are cold. It is not your fault Impossible. How can you be to blame For a world that was already Way too cold To begine with.
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
Cold (Shoulders)
Eventually The cold seeps through you Into you You become The cold You are cold. It is not your fault Impossible. How can you be to blame For a world that was already Way too cold To begine with.
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
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