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Cold is, a dark winter day. Cold is, a cup of ice. Cold is, the house in mid afternoon after a hot summers day. But, if cold is a temperature.. Why do I feel so cold when she looks through me?

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tranquilitee

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Sep 20, 2014

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Notes: She's back
Tags: #love #broken #hurt #her #girls #heartbroken #cold #lesbian #temperature

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