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Jul 3
It's cold out.
I'm clinging to my wit while the cold air hits my body.
my skin feels dry, cold and frosted.
My head is filled with tired thoughts.
My heart is beating slower and slower.
My bones feel fragile.
It all doesn't feel right.
is it just me? or just the snow?
tired at the moment..
Ghostverses
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Ghostverses  20/F
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   guy scutellaro
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