i've been
constantly
waiting for
something
that is never
going to come,
so i'll just
sit here
until my
flesh decays and
my bones wear thin
because i've been
left in this
stinging cold for
far too long
and i'm afraid
i have
hypothermia.
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Reflection
PoetryReflection (n.) serious thought or consideration. [lowercase intended] All material written by me.
