You’re  scrubbing your hands but they won’t get clean. I imagine you feel the cold so easily. I made a conclusion in my head and the idea keeps being re-born over and over again. Sometimes words don’t come so easily, sometimes actions don’t make sense. I’ll be cursed, detached, and defamed. It’s like I’ve been framed, labaled, and distanced. Honestly i don’t think it’s worth it.