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| The cold these days bothers me too much |
A little hazy,
A little dizzy...
Mind is flying with dreams
While the heart screams,
Of the failures and disappointments,
Wrapped in the blankets of Atychiphobia.
Long lost is the confidence,
When yearnings were let down.
Disillusions never owned,
Now it is the possessor.
Taking away the soul
That once smiled,
That once hoped,
And danced with free spirit.