My hands are cold all the time. Who am I? What is the purpose of my being? And why the fuck does feeling so much hurt? I wish to feel like a child. To be careless and free, but that was taken from me a long time ago. Maybe some day, I can start living again. About me and how I broke, fell in love and found myself. In short poems and spoken words.
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