You could hear winter come today
With it's gusty voice
Wind in my face
Wind to match my soul
Ice cold

The wind hates me
I stand in its way
Burden its strength
I swim its current
Just as lost as the water

This flow
Just like life
Choatic and detached
I am thrown, mentally
To the ground

I can't get up
I can't get up

Not this time

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