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It's getting...

The absence of warmth beneath my feet.
Minutes to hour long of warm bath seems useless.
Is it me or is it the weather?
That has gotten me all snugging under my blankets,
seeking comfort from hot chocolate,
or the urge to go get a hoodie?

Is it possible to trap warm just by purchasing it?

Cold.

Alright, poem aside.
I've always been the brave one in cold conditions, I never need a jacket in lectures, nor do I need a jacket in CLASSROOMS.
Now I do.
My fingers are like icy to the touch, and it sends my clique into a state of astonishment, feeling how cold my hands could be. Although I rather have cold days than warm days, I'm not complaining about that... It makes it hard to concentrate in class, when everything around me suddenly seems like a potential napping place.
I wonder if I'm ill, or is everyone feeling the same way I do.
Those who have been to my hse before, would understand the comfortable atmosphere I have in my room. With the weather... this is so not helping me to complete my work. hahaha
TGIF!
berlindaang

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