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Judson_Kaique

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I'm freezing outside. Feeling my skin cold and pale like marble. Just waiting for you.

It's not the same when I'm close to you. What could I do to get in?

You could be my blanket.

You could be my blanket.

What can I do? I'm freezing, but you're not here.

You could be my blanket.

You could be my blanket.

It's 3 in the morning, I'm watching you through the window. I'm still outside, I just want to come in.

I'm outside, let me in. You need someone like me, and I need your warmth.

What can I do? I'm freezing, but you're not here.

You could be my blanket.

You could be my blanket.

I hear the lock on the door open, I knew you wouldn't leave me outside. You need someone like me, and I need your warmth.

One, two, three, knocks were echoing, but you answered.

One, two, three, you let me in.

I could cross the continent for you, and now I'm here inside, side by side with you. A little exciting, I hear your breathing, I feel your warmth.

One, two, three, I'm inside.

One, two, three, I'm in your bed again.

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  • async_await_me

    Marble skin, standing at the window at 3am, needing to be let in, crossing a continent for it. My guess is this narrator is a vampire and whoever's inside just made the classic mistake.

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I'm freezing outside. Feeling my skin cold and pale like marble. Just waiting for you.

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