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What a bitterly cold day. Let the fun begin. Today someone dies from their cold within. I don�t know who and I don�t know when. I hope it isn�t one of my friends. I sit and wait for a dreary scream not to come. But I wonder where the cold is from. It�s dark out here, there are no lights. It�s a cruel word when seen through my eyes. I try to be nice, wanting nothing in return. But instead of being nice back, people would rather see me burn. I shiver when I come in contact with them. That�s because I feel their cold within. Sometimes they try to cover it up. It almost works but they soon give up. They are to stubborn, to vile to try it. I try to help but just get dissed. Some people�s hearts you can see are true. Although it�s hard to find them because there are of so few. They looks at you through spirits of sin. I am hurt by their cold within. I get lost sometimes, in the winter sun. I realize what happened to fun. People don�t try to have it anymore. They throw all their good out the door. They keep the anger and the hatred with them. But they soon see as the troubles begin. They just accept it, they try to move on. They ignore their troubles but they grow and spawn. Troubles get bigger, time get harder. From this point some of them get no farther. I won�t let my troubles get to me now. For I know how to stop them, but I wont tell you how. You have to find out, before your troubles begin. And please, whatever you do, don�t give up to the cold within. |
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