poemranker ::The Cold by AskittlesK

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Free verse № 91674

The Cold

Member since 2004 · Posted 25 Feb 2004 · 0 comments

Snowflakes fall, Air grows cold, and so does a little girl.. Drifting away from the world. Call her a freak if you wanna, she didn't care. Call her anything she didn't even put up a fight, just gave them a glare. She walked alone in her mind but outside she walked with many... None with what felt like a problem. But she didn't care. She hated the world, especially the cold... Saddness and despair she really felt... But no one knew, only her...

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