I believed trust me

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Waiting for it to be cold,
So I can be chilly,
Moldy,
Old,

I rather face the cold,
Than the warmth that eats away at my soul.
Cold so comforting,

And likewise is love,
Where the warmth suffocates one,
However this time,
The person is engulfing the other one.

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