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When your cold on the oustide,

Matches your cold on the inside,

You'd do anything for warmth.

Wouldn't you?

Kill,

Hurt,

Torture,

Act like a fool,

Believe the lies,

Maybe even hurt someone you don't know.

But the numbing pain that you're used to,

In everyday life,

Is different from the freezing pain that is a snowstorm of hate.

Its tiny silver knives,

That prick your skin,

And sting your face,

Is something you have to endure,

If you want to feel the sun again.

Step out of the darkness,

That encases your heart,

In the inky blackness,

Of shattered promises,

And broken memories.