drizzly hazey cold outside. my hands are cold. my cheeks are cold. even my mind's cold. can somebody give me a big warm hug. nevermind if you're a stranger; i think im way too cold to even care.
night falls, the cold slowly creeps in icily into the bones of the poor little match girl, enticing her into the deep sleep of eternal death.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
hot chocolate.
Posted by qianLing at 8:56 AM
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