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Recurring brumous dreams of you rejecting me
and getting close to her.
No matter how often I have these nightmares I can never shake that twisted feeling of being left behind.
I fear that macabre reality that I will die icy, cold, and alone.
Lost in a blizzard of lonesomeness
No flicker, spark, or fire can withstand the frozen winds of a life without compassion.
A life without validation.
Snow settles on the tombstone of appreciation.
I see the icy waters freezing into the icicles of abandonment and solitary-living right before me.
I need somebody to warm me before it's too late.
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