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Jun 2012
I am cold.
Cold from the inside, out.
My hands are cold,
my feet are cold,
my legs are cold,
my ******* are cold,
my nose, my lips, my toes,
my ankles, my stomach, my back.
my insides.
My heart, mind.
Everything,
is cold.
The days fluctuate between freezing,
cold, chilled,
and very rarely, warm.
Yesterday was warm.  Warm,
all day long and it
was amazing.  I could feel
myself again,
I existed
as more than just a ghost,
an invisible girl.
I was warm.
Happy, warm.
There are good days and
there are bad days and
there are average days, leaning
to either good or bad.
Yesterday was a good day.  A good day
that i have not experienced in a very,
very long time.
too long.
Oddly long.
It was lovely.
Though the warmth and the good
could not last.  Of course,
nothing ever can last.
Today is cold and
uncomfortable.
Cold.
Sam
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