Saturday, March 16, 2013

"Cold-Hearted Boy"

On a regular winter day in Iceland, nothing but snow.

I sit in my room, cooped up in my computer.
Near my room, I hear laughter. Something I used to partake in, but has grown obsolete. Everyone knows how I feel about people, they intimidate me.
It's easier to stay away from people, than to get hurt.
With every hour, every day my heart starts to break a little more.
My room feels cold.

I am but a cold-hearted boy.

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