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I feel the cold of the night touching my legs, stroking my skin
Whisppering maybe, letting herself be known in my whole...
I wonder if this is just my body reacting to my sickness
Or if it's my soul showing, at last, it's true holes...
I have tried to be strong, to be mature, to be good
My eyes are dry, no tear breaking them appart...
But I feel cold
Never being so cold
Never felt this... alone.