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So Cold

It's rough
Breathing recycled air
It doesn't
Provide necessities
To function
In this argument
But I can't
Get away from you


Tell me did you feel the heat of my breath
Tell me did you hear the words dig into you
Did you want to continue with this arguement
Tell me did you wonder when it stopped
When all the words seemed to turn to knives
Did you want to continue with this arguement
I bet you did


The night
Froze into the morn
The heat
From your breath was gone
My sheets
Felt light and cold to the touch
I hope
The sorrow isn't as much
For you
But me
I'm fine
And you
You're gone
That's fine
For you

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