F-R-O-Z-E-N ain't the weather, ain't the tempreture around here... I'm not sick...
it's the condition of my heart... all ICED...
SCARRED and NUMBED, ROCK SOLID and cannot be MOVED
hurt and cold, wrong and stubborn....
no1's brooding or dwellin here, just some clarifications on being F-R-O-Z-E-N
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