Cold

My heart is cold
My soul is cold
I can't feel a thing
People just keep hurting me...
They don't care how i feel.
Why do i live?
If i'm just,
A piece of dust?
Should i stop living?
Or wait 'til thanks giving?
I had everything,
But i let it slip away,
And now i'm drowning...
In this horrible pain...

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