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AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. AN UPDATE.
They left me in the cold. So bare and unprotected and unsuspecting of the dangers outside.
They left me in the cold.
I sit outside, the sun still shining bright,my arms bare. And I wonder, why is it so bright, so deathly bright it hurts my eyes? Why is it so bright when everything around me is cold? Their stares are cold. Their words are cold. I am cold. Everything is cold.
Cold. It is all I feel and that I fear.
The cold.
The cold.
The cold.
A thousand voices whisper them, a thousand other voices scream them; all at once; all in my head.
They are all I hear.
I remember them again, as my head pounds uncontrollably. Their faces are etched to memory; their scarred faces unforgettable no matter how much I wish I could forget them.
So cold. So cold. So cold.
My cold comes back.
Now I am nothing. I feel nothing. I feel everything. And it comes so suddenly, so unexpectedly. It's overwhelming to the point that it makes me numb. Numb. That is what I have become.
I fade into nothing.
So again and again, I remember. It's as if my mind cannot stop rewinding all of the memories.
My hauntingly dark yet beautifully painted memories.
Sometimes I forget they're fake.
Over and over again, they left me in a starless sky, a foggy night. All around me now, there is only the black, the dark and the eventual nothingness. There is no clarity, no true light, no peace, no colours. Only the numb and the cold.
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PoetryWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
