The Essence Of Who I Am

I thought I loved the winter season

But like the dark no one is scared of it, just what is inside

And as the cold stars to creep under the door I found myself screaming for the warmth to come back

Dreading the holidays because I can’t wrap myself and hide under a tree

Maybe I loved the cold just because I was so used hiding in it

Or maybe its the opposite

The cold has always left me exposed and this year I dont want anyone to know my thoughts or words or any of it

M.A.P

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