In all the protests and pain explained when did it become some unanticipated apathetic froze? ive come so close to as far as possible from all of this, of you. why design it undone, why give taken away so freely? insisting i feel the chilling, the ice storm you made in me? its warm in my soul where this hasnt overtaken. but all the rest inside, is all wrong, all in absentee, ruin and forsaken. i wish you all of nothing youve given. i dont hate you, or wish you understand my position. not in the least. its...