My heart is frozen.
The barren winterscape of my love is cold.
I am cold.
Cold inside.
So cold that it hurts to breathe.
So I stop.
Breathing.
To breathe means hurt.
Pain.
To breathe means to cry.
Frozen tears fall upon my warm face.
Frozen because I must protect my heart.
From being hurt.
Hurt so wholly.
A heart frozen to keep the blood from pouring out.
Pouring out my anguish.
Frozen to contain the torment.
Frozen to the world.
Frozen to my Master.
Frozen to myself.
No warmth or love to share from my frozen heart.
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