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I see the tear drops running down my face.
My old emotions holding up vastly space.
Life freezing and barely moving at a active pace.
Standing at the frozen ice land that I call my heart.
Blocking everything that tries to past by its barriers.
Watching all the ice sculptures of my tears freeze.
There is no calm gentle breeze.
Far far away in the distance I feel a warmth trying to escape.
But I question this with much doubt.
To my surprise the warmth isn't burning me yet.
May 5,2009
My old emotions holding up vastly space.
Life freezing and barely moving at a active pace.
Standing at the frozen ice land that I call my heart.
Blocking everything that tries to past by its barriers.
Watching all the ice sculptures of my tears freeze.
There is no calm gentle breeze.
Far far away in the distance I feel a warmth trying to escape.
But I question this with much doubt.
To my surprise the warmth isn't burning me yet.
May 5,2009
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