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like when it's cold. So cold you think you're going to die, and you begin to be thankful for the small things in life - because you have no choice. The small things, like the faint heat that rises from your body. it feels like an inferno when you are this cold. perhaps being cold is simply relative, perhaps you ARE an inferno.
Perhaps you aren't, who's to judge but you?
Perhaps you aren't, who's to judge but you?