Cold

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It isn't cold,
Or so I was told,
Yet my heart feels numb,
Can you not see this monster I've become?
I don a mask and hide away,
Even when I know I can stay
Without hiding
But what's the point in trying?
To become something I'm not,
Just to show you I'm worth the shot

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