the weather.

I am so cold. The snow makes it look as if I live in a different terrain. No longer the prairie state, but a rugged Himalayan geography. It mirrors the jagged ripped edges of my soul. For the past few days I have felt so alone. I am so cold. I wait until I am in my chilly residence before I can wail to myself. I do this for an hour, before my sister comes home. During the day, I must keep up my facade of cheer, so that I may one day have another chance at happiness.The sun shines brightly. All I can feel is his ubiquitous overcast. 

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