The Cold Shoulder

April 29, 2009
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You turn away from me,
Making the room feel like Antarctica.
As if it isn't enough to simply hate me,
You have to act like I don't exist,
Making the pain almost unbearable.
When I cry, my very tears feel frozen
By your coldness.
And once all of the ice melts,I'll be left here,
Drowning in your hate.

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