Cold.A Poem by Nikoleanthey call her cold. her heart is ice. constantly dealing in the hearts of others but never giving my own away I call myself a cautious woman but they say I never hesitate to break hearts as I go my own way. it is not that I wish to I choose to keep myself at arm's length because I know they'll never stay.
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