The coldness of the world

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My skin is always cold, so cold.
The warmth frightens me
My fragile body breaks at a touch.
I have been broken many times but have always been created again
My movements never occur
Always to be looked at but never considered as more than that
I watch all those around me in their frivolities
But all I feel is the frostiness the envelopes me
Changed like a dress up doll
Only to die a lonely death.































I'm a snowman :)





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