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Oct 2016
The cold mountain air nips at my cheeks
While I sit on the cold grass of this *****
I can feel the chills poke my skin like needles
And crawl down my spine like spiders
But the chills aren't worse than the cold feeling in my chest
Because you aren't here by my side
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
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Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  M/Manila
(M/Manila)   
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