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May 2014
C.O.L.D.
Never changing always there
Adding on from dark to darker
Always changing your mind, the wind
Not realizing its making you any smarter
S.T.O.P.
its here ******* the warmth of memory that ever existed
Feeding on the souls of lives that merely insisted
Holding, haunting, heckling, horrifying
C.O.L.D
breanna neal
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