Cold
Honestly, I don't know how to LIVE life to the Fullest.
"They" say live as if today your last day
But...
I can't, rather I don't.
I wake up and exist. Not live.
I do work on weekdays and weekends I chill.
Chill.
My life is too chill.
It's pratically frozen.
I don't feel. I'm numb.
I can barely feel my limbs.
I can see my breath in the still air.
I don't know how to warm up.
I see the sun but I don't feel it's warmth.
My inner flame doesn't light.
I need someone to help me light my inner flame.
Need.
But I guess that's why I am
Cold
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