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❝ she is made of ice

but i want nothing more than her warmth ❞

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The world never quite seemed to care about the way in which it portrayed itself.  In one light, all was sharp and clear, the rights and wrongs, the goods and bads, glimmering in their spectrum of different colors and different meanings.  In another there were only the blurred in-betweens.  In one light, you were always taught what to think.  How to act.  What to feel.  What to think.  What to do and say and be.  In another, it was all your own fault such happenstances occurred.

The world around you was not what you considered it to be.  The logic within your mind and the logic that the earth itself held were two very different things, but as soon as you saw everything for what it was, nothing ever seemed quite as beautiful as it once had.  You didn't know truth from lie or internalization from realization.  All you believed with complete certainty was that nothing was pure from the touch of life's cruel hand.

There were only two perspectives.
Until she showed you the third.

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