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The cold feels familiar when shes not around. Snow.  Falls too fast to determine the footprints in the ground Me. Too afraid to make a sound She. Knows whats on my mind, the vision is soo profound.
I've been staring at the ceiling, it is off white, and bumpy, and very, very boring.  sometimes it is so lonely your chest feels like its made of glass,  
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