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My Hands Are So Cold

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fairietaleluver

Published: Nov 19, 2011

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I just need you to keep me warm.
  Just hug me as tight as you possibly can.
  Please just let me sleep in your arms!
  Hold my hands close so they don't freeze.
  Please just make this pain end.
  If I could die, I would.

  Tell me you love me even if its a lie.
  Let me feel safe, safe so I can breath again.
I need to be safe from myself.
  Let me just sleep in your arms.
I just want you to embrace me.

I am just so cold here.
  Cold enough to say my tears are the greatest heat.
  Am I crazy? Lie if I am.

  My hands are so cold, please help me.

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How very selfish of me : /

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TehSweetheart

Jan 15, 2012

Awee, this is so sweet and emotional. I really like it, but is there a reason for the odd line spaces? It kind of seems as if the words are almost falling apart in that sense.. but I don't know what you were going for with the off spaces of some of the sentences.. so I thought I'd ask :3

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