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My life in February.

My feet stay planted while stories unfold. Your heart stays shut, your emotions untold. As if i where looking into a blank ice wall trying to get out of it all that i could.But the frost bite from your finger tips burn me with no discretion. I still come back not learning my lesson. And at the barest time i stay bleak in your arms and you notice nothing.



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