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Cold

The searing cold
Makes you wake up
From alluring illusions
Heart waiting for warmth
 
Not keeping two lives in my hands,  
I hide fragile dreams from the eyes of strangers
 
Day, every new day
I keep the pain inside,  
I hear Hundreds of voices  
I am like a shadow
On gray faces, a shadow
On the blank pages of
cruel fate
 
Falling again, and I'm ashamed,
I sold my soul for the burned bridges
 
To live again
Written by KristinaX
Published | Edited 11th Dec 2020
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