On cold winter nights I like to walk barefoot in the snow
I love the feeling of the ice cold on my toes
It send a jolt of electricity through me
And finally I can feel
So I'll walk through a snowstorm if it meant that the love between us would finally seem real
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disillusionment
PoetryI struggle to naivigate the treacherous seas of life.There is nothing I can do to escape from these waves crashing down on me.I feel like the storm is never ending and eventually ill drown. WARNING ⚠️ depictions of self harm and drug use
