cold season
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it’s cold and i can’t get on with my life
as any other morning, the cold creeps through the cracks of sheets looking for any reason to keep you covered from the world. and I give in, as any other morning. I lay here and see what the world is doing and others see what I’m doing; it’s cold and…
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Screaming out into the void
and I remember waiting to hear a call back. Messages of are you there? and is anyone listening? echo through empty tunnels. Now I shout into the void and hear a far out call back–you’d think wasn’t human. You’d think there was someone out there. And maybe there is. I…