A cold hand on my wrist,
It distracts me from the pain.
My dreams turn into mist.
Can we go to see the rain?
A cold breath down my spine,
A low whisper in my ear.
Let me take your hand in mine,
We can walk through the fear.
A vibration fills my core.
There’s a light on my shelf.
I feel my heartbeat once more,
But I’ve already lost myself.
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