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I’m afraid of the cold because it reminds me of how lonely I am No one to warm me up I cling to an empty bed My pillow, my cuddle buddy, soaking all my tears up I just wanted a warm body but I won’t give a piece of my soul for it Or hell I might as well be ****** What would I do for love? I’d rather stay in my loneliness than have someone use me or worst break my heart So I cling to my pillow, my heart in tact. I let the emptiness fill me up like a ***** sadness I cannot wash away I am afraid of the cold, because it reminds me of how lonely I am. However because of this, I am more hopeful than ever Because I know, no matter how cold it gets, the rain has to stop at some point to make way for the rainbow Just as the sun will always find a way to penetrate the dark clouds & clear a black sky So I know the cold I feel is not forever, my sun will come shining through and warm me up soon.
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC
I am afraid of the cold.
I’m afraid of the cold because it reminds me of how lonely I am No one to warm me up I cling to an empty bed My pillow, my cuddle buddy, soaking all my tears up I just wanted a warm body but I won’t give a piece of my soul for it Or hell I might as well be ****** What would I do for love? I’d rather stay in my loneliness than have someone use me or worst break my heart So I cling to my pillow, my heart in tact. I let the emptiness fill me up like a ***** sadness I cannot wash away I am afraid of the cold, because it reminds me of how lonely I am. However because of this, I am more hopeful than ever Because I know, no matter how cold it gets, the rain has to stop at some point to make way for the rainbow Just as the sun will always find a way to penetrate the dark clouds & clear a black sky So I know the cold I feel is not forever, my sun will come shining through and warm me up soon.
yolandam
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22/F/Somewhere in my mind...
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC
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