It's cold in my room. The fan blows around air conditioned to be ever so. Covering my frame is a green sweat suit. I'm a Champion as I type. It's cold in my room. This isn't what one would call simply chilly. I shiver in my sweats. Neither side of the pillow is warm. There's frost on my window. It's cold in my room. I remember a time when it was warm, here in my room. There was laughter and spilt coffee. You wore my blanket over your hoodie. We were warm as we sat in the screen's glow. Now you're gone. You're gone and it's cold in my room. It's so cold.
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