I hate the cold
I hate the way it freezes my fingers,
Making them too numb to play violin
Making me feel useless and unsuccessful
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'I hate the way it makes my skin pale and waxy The way my scars pop with contrast Against the back of my hands I hate the cold because I feel fragile, Like old china' Quite beautiful description and use of poetic devices... Thanks for sharing...
Yes, you are a great writer. You should expand and write a story. Using the cold as a metaphor for anxiety was brilliant. Yes, anxiety shuts me up in my room to and keeps me from accomplishing the things I want to accomplish, as well as dating or at times just going out and having fun