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1 Volume of Addicted Series:

I'm sitting in the cold,
Darkness surrounds me,
It has a deadly hold,
Like a lock without a key.

I'm waiting in the cold,
Dancing in the silent night,
"Quiet," I was told,
"It's not right."

I'm standing in the cold,
His breath against my neck,
He stretches out a hand for me to hold,
He holds me tightly so the shield won't break.

I'm walking in the cold,
Our hands clasped together,
I'm tired and polar,
And the chills don't make better.

I'm addicted to the cold.

Description
1 Volume of Addicted Series:

I'm sitting in the cold,
Darkness surrounds me,
It has a deadly hold,
Like a lock without a key.

I'm waiting in the cold,
Dancing in the silent night,
"Quiet," I was told,
"It's not right."

I'm standing in the cold,
His breath against my neck,
He stretches out a hand for me to hold,
He holds me tightly so the shield won't break.

I'm walking in the cold,
Our hands clasped together,
I'm tired and polar,
And the chills don't make better.

I'm addicted to the cold.