Cold As Fire

Random writings to keep me sane

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A series of pointless reactions and the absence of you leaves me regretting those thoughts, those childish wants, and a sense of amazement and gratitude. As I lead on to dip deeper I yearn to ask how you can put up with me, over-reactive and irrational. As I sit alone I think of the empty bed that awaits me and those thoughts try to overwhelm me, how can I get used to you so quickly, and your absence be so alien? The place where I’ve been alone almost my entire life, my comfort zone and war zone, where once I loathed anyone peering into my corner of life and yet I welcome you with open arms.

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