It’s cold.
So cold.
I’m always cold.
So does it matter?
Is it worth wrapping a blanket around my self while all the while still feeling cold.
God it’s so cold.
So cold.
that’s how it’s been.
cold, so cold and cloudy. I us to have days with sun so full of warmth, wrapped by hands, a shield to the cold. Not a thought of what might come if I were to lose you. I shouldn’t have taken them for granted. Now I’m sitting in this abyss, empty cold and without you.
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 2:38 AM UTC
It’s cold.
So cold.
I’m always cold.
So does it matter?
Is it worth wrapping a blanket around my self while all the while still feeling cold.
God it’s so cold.
So cold.
that’s how it’s been.
cold, so cold and cloudy. I us to have days with sun so full of warmth, wrapped by hands, a shield to the cold. Not a thought of what might come if I were to lose you. I shouldn’t have taken them for granted. Now I’m sitting in this abyss, empty cold and without you.
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