I’m not going back
To the way it was
I’m here now
And it feels so cold
Cold isn’t a temperature
Its a feeling
Uncertainty
Racketeering back and forth
Sweating across the mind
Leaving u alone
Cold
Blind
Distant from loved ones
Time itself stands still
I am cold in the summer hills
In the spring when outside looks good
I am cold inside and out
I’ll return to my Giants
That don’t wander about
They lie and wait
For my smile to come back
Once I see them
I’ll know I’m better
Then I’ll be warm
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