Cold FeetBeing made of wood, just by the smell I can tell this chair is old. As I sit here naked, I've succumbed to the fact this wooden chair is cold. Seeing the smoke of my own breathing, I've gathered this entire room is freezing. My hands, held down in front of me, remain warm despite the temperature. This I know is by the product of my own self torture. It's a very funny feeling; The blood running down my hands. Warming my feet, for it's where the blood lands.Cold Feet
PoserLike a withered legless wolf attempting to hop a fence, I'm ugly, helpless and unwillingly tense. In my head I've got just one thing to contemplate, But with the matter being life, I can't even begin to calculate. I keep asking, why am I here? What am I doing? But accompanied by fear, in my head my peers are booing. You see, I'm not what they think, nor am I what I think, but what I want them to think, is what I want to be. My name is Brad and consists of just four letters.Poser
However, F.A.K.E suits me better.
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