It's hard to remember what brought me here,
hard to think of what I'm doing.
The field stretches on for miles,
endless green spotted with gray dots.
I could turn and leave now,
but something keeps pulling me forward.
Forcing me to put one foot in front of the other,
if only I could remember what it was I came to find.
Chills are racing across my skin,
a cold no jacket could ever fix.
Needing something to warm me from the inside,
and maybe just maybe...
that is what I came to find.
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Who knows maybe I'll keep writing now.
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It really has been ever so cold. Well, at least compared to what I'm used to here on the Left Coast. aka the West Coast. I know love is one tricky business, it obfuscates the minds of those who are trapped in it.
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