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September 4, 2003
I feel like I've spent my life in the cold,
waiting for a velvet warmth to take it away.
Just breezes blowing to induce these chills
as I hug my arms tight to my body, uselessly.
Looking over the icy horizon, at glimmering,
far away, its promise to come close is broken.
I stare at it harder and harder, wishing,
hoping, and willing something to change.
I feel like my cold life is neverending,
but this is the worst lie my mind tells me.
The truth is simple, and I will be here longer,
but there is an end to it all, even to this longing.