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Mar 2018
Tis' the season of sweaters,
as in, I'm freezing my *** off, I need SOMETHING
all anyone really has is a sweater
because it's supposed to be warm
But its not
You know when you get that feeling,
or, rather
Loss of all feelings
In your legs, arms, and nose.
Yep, this is just another average day
The only difference is that its your sweater that's around me
Your sweater that is keeping me warm
Its your sweater that I am wearing now, even while I type this.
The only difference is that you were the one wanting to be there
When I was cold
Choking Angel
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Choking Angel  Denver, Colorado
(Denver, Colorado)   
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