blind eyes see were we've been before
how could a stranger even recognize my faults
these people don't know me
they don't know my story
yet, they try and bash me and those who are close
to me around me.
i'm starting to think this is a conspiricy
people need to start thinking back to when they
were in the same situation
it's times like this when i don't understand what
people could have learned when they were younger.
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theres a wind chill in here
it's 4 below and the rains falling
i know, but this isn't what it looks like
long walks in the frigid air
and the grayness of the sky washing over us
who knew the cold morbid of winter
could be as romantic as we had favored it.
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