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So cold So chilling Was that room Frigid to the bone When exposed So hot So scalding Was that water Enough to smell burning skin But it never seems hot enough To burn away those memories So dark So confused Shadows blended with the black Is that cloud, That one right there next to me, Floating under the surface, My burning hair Or my blood
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
Bathing Away
So cold So chilling Was that room Frigid to the bone When exposed So hot So scalding Was that water Enough to smell burning skin But it never seems hot enough To burn away those memories So dark So confused Shadows blended with the black Is that cloud, That one right there next to me, Floating under the surface, My burning hair Or my blood
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24/F/Michigan
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
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