I remember that winter
When I rolled down all the windows
Because I wanted to feel something
Other than pain that comes from within.
My hair was wet
And I didn’t have a coat on
But I turned up the music
Sang like it was summer and 85 degrees.
I got sick shortly after that — a cold —
Nothing too serious
And I wondered if it was worth it
And I remember answering that thought with a yes.



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