A Broken Melancholy

A single sheet, within it I sheathe; Worn on a side, undisturbed on the other. Warm on one side, cold on the other, The difference making me seethe.

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Despairing, desolate, destitute.

You, with an I or not, you're you, and you have a long way to go.