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Cold and Alone
My meals,
Should they appease my hunger,
Taste lonely for some reason.
I look in the mirror each dull morning
To see my eyes glazed with fog
And my skin faded
With the frigid winter season.
I feel cold
When i sit here alone
Hearing slight taps on my window
Hypothermia
Begging me to let the breeze in
I fade away and listen to my breath,
My sighing lungs
Slowly breaking into tiny, glass pieces.
Should they appease my hunger,
Taste lonely for some reason.
I look in the mirror each dull morning
To see my eyes glazed with fog
And my skin faded
With the frigid winter season.
I feel cold
When i sit here alone
Hearing slight taps on my window
Hypothermia
Begging me to let the breeze in
I fade away and listen to my breath,
My sighing lungs
Slowly breaking into tiny, glass pieces.
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