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Mar 2014
look at my hands,
they are white and
freezing cold,
just like my soul,
you can't warm up
my hands, just like
you can't warm up my
soul.
stop trying,
it isn't worth the try.
i will always be
like this, cold, numb and
alone, for the rest of my
miserable life.
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   Luna Lynn
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