The cold used to sting.
Racing to beat it,
Begging for the warmth,
That exists within me.
Now it's all numbness.
Cold doesn't phase me anymore.
I've lost the little joys,
Like the melodies all around me.
The colors have dimmed,
A constant gray scale.
Where I used to be,
And where I need to be.
A contradiction.
Fear tells the truth,
I have no control.
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