i'm stuck with the chillin' cold
shivering like a li'l kid left alone on a winter storm
i can't deny it
it's something i can't stop myself from having
there's the sound of celebration echoing at the distance
it's not pain but it can never be considered as relief
there's this blankness
this notion of space that cannot be taken away from my inmost self
i'm not crumbling yet my impatience is there
i can't be totally fly
but i never reached the point that i totally erased what virtue there maybe in holding on and breathing
no ohter labels
this is not actually great but it's not as empty as it is
Dreamy fridge Community Member 
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