32 degrees Fahrenheit

It was very dark,

where I had found myself.

Tormented by a lost love,

does he love me, does he not?

My only solace within the drugs,

that helped to lull me asleep.

 

And I was deep,

lost in a world of material things,

no money could fill me up.

A world of bright lights

to fill those long winter nights,

of human playthings;

that meant nothing to me.

 

I was nearly gone,

nearly lost to the world of loveless passions,

and meaningless friendships.

I nearly disappeared...

 

But then I met him.

The End

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