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The feel of it sounds to me like unexpressed love in someone's dreary life. Life is so dark and yet "a room is always warm". Love is the bright spot in this person's life. "Weeks pass, no progress is made", they keep it inside.
The feel of it sounds to me like unexpressed love in someone's dreary life. Life is so dark and yet "a room is always warm". Love is the bright spot in this person's life. "Weeks pass, no progress is made", they keep it inside.