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Jul 2013
I sit, clutching my arms,
The warmth of them feel alien to these cold hands.
My breath crystallizes in the crisp morning air.
I'm feeling cold, not from weather.
My insides freezing over.
So long have i felt another's touch....
I tell myself someone has to
Love me.
But do they?
....I feel even colder now......
Remus Cynclair
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Remus Cynclair
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