i miss warmth
i crave it
so desperately
so much so
that i would
rather
the warmth
singe my hair
and burn my skin
with such
fiery strength
than deal with
this numbing winter
i face currently
i wish they
could've taken him
instead
i have no
solitude
my mind is
stirring about
in a maniac like fashion
here, i still have fun
i enjoy myself
for short periods
until i regain
consciousness
and i realize
the undesirable
state of my life
i just want to go
i miss my family
i miss my bed
i miss real happiness
i need tight embraces
and welcoming faces
i can't be here
much longer
i'm going to burst.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
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