Icicles prod me
Numbing inside.
Heat of exhaustion
Of trying to care
Warps me against
Icy embrace.
I try to care.
I ask for help.
The voices speak.
But no one is there.
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*hugs you warmly*
Watch yourself. Someone as hot as you might cause melting 😉 And thanks. Wish I could hit up Japan with you. Looks like London is kabashed too.
To the first statement, HA! Funny guy. 🙂
What happened to London? Not enough vacation time for that either? …should I even be asking?
There’s no way I’m getting together the money. Likely planning something fun and local.
Yeah, money’s a bugger. Sorry about your trip. 😦
That doesn’t sound good. Hopefully all is okay over there.
I’ll be fine 🙂 sttessed.
That sucks, hope it gets better soon.