shivering

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By thesexygreenmnm

i'm sitting here shivering in the chill morning air as the wind sweeps by me and blows my hair around. tiny ice pricks swarm my skin and penetrate to my mind, giving me cold thoughts about my world and the people in it. i'm sitting here shivering in an air-conditioned room at the end of October. it seems that the cold is haunting me, constantly being over my shoulder. i'm walking away, shivering in the hallways where icy stares reveal icy hearts.

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