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Sept. 23, 2004 i'm cold with nothing to warm me nothing to bring warmth back to my body it's cold because someone had stolen my warmth cold because he didn't return the warmth i can't move or help myself i could shatter so easily because i'm ice nothing to help bring me back to life except.... no. i won't give in no matter how much i need to feel warmth, warmth of life, to bring the flow of blood back again something touches me, my hand is being held my something hot, alive, so... real...i can move! i look and see you giving me warmth the spark i need to survive but the warm this almost feverish it's so warm...so secure so real... i look into your eyes and know that you will always bring warmth to me i know what that warmth is now...but it can come and go...like the changing seasons but i always remember to save some warmth for myself because there is nothing without that little fire of life ~enigma ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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