It creeps like the bugs in the night darkness overshadows the light the brisk of cold dry wind how it sends a chill through my heart. It bares down heavy like bricks it kicks, hits hard, it feels like raw sticks baring down into the skin as cold as that dry wind. It leaves a shortness of breath sometimes it feels like I'm close to death. No warmth, closeness, there is nothing left. But loneliness. Loneliness. It.
Alexander Nevermind

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