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[title] => cold
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[bodytext] => snow covered the ground that evening i can sit here and remember it so clearly i lied in my bed not thinking, close to not breathing the coldness of the room the weakness of my heart, but something inside that kept me living and feeling so warm inside something that kepted me holding on to my pride phone ringing frequently my eyes gazing on each number neither stood for me money flowing down the drain his words becoming my pain my answers turning into jis presents of his and his shower of rain own by nothing, but clueless as hell to think on my own earth and life by me was gaven to him by my strength in heart day by day longed piece by piece by piece until it began to become a thousand pieces i shattered apart i stayed by him until i couldn't stay anymore my laughter became my cries my smile became my frown my trust and touch for anyone became a shadow of no existence but only the dirt on the ground full minded bitter for the next man who actually falls in love with me a crime of aches in ones soul no medincine to cure this diease nothing but temperature dropping to zero degrees snow covered the ground that evening i can sit here and remember it so , so clearly i lied in my bed not thinking , close to not breathing my kisses becoming the next womans opening my sex of what i had to give to him to hold him even if i didn't won't to become nothing but the next lady in your book my hugs of what i gave is when you pull from me and shove , a death in soul i enclosed myself with u through all four seasons and one reason or another our thought of love became less words and grew cold [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 22 [informant] => seci [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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