Cold
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As luck would have it, as soon as I got another year older, I caught whatever cold is circulating around work. It actually kicked my ass more than I could have ever imagined. It’s hell getting old (insert group of people older than me telling me I’m not old). I’m not really sure what I’m
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Dark, cold, and silent.That’s what you would find if you walked through my heart.It isn’t fully of happy memories.It isn’t warm and bright.You would think you were deep inside a cave.Over there is the first time the abuse happened.Keep going, and you’ll see how it evolved. From little comments here and thereTo part of a
Lyrical Logic 