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The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can see it in the coldness of my heart Got bills to pay but my car wouldn't start Had to heat my house with gas siphoned from my neighbours car The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can feel its cold in my bones the way they creak like old folks' homes some days it feels like I'm trying to move through coal tar The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can see the cold in my old friends' gazes Whispers behind my back, the usual phrases "Still playing guitar?" "Still want to be a star?" "Doubt you'll ever go far." The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I feel the cold coming out of my veins my nerves so frozen I can't feel the pain I only numbly hope that it doesn't leave a scar The winter this year was the coldest by far I was starting to think it might be my last But somehow before i knew it winter had passed Looking back I wonder if it was really so hard
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
Winter is cold?
The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can see it in the coldness of my heart Got bills to pay but my car wouldn't start Had to heat my house with gas siphoned from my neighbours car The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can feel its cold in my bones the way they creak like old folks' homes some days it feels like I'm trying to move through coal tar The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can see the cold in my old friends' gazes Whispers behind my back, the usual phrases "Still playing guitar?" "Still want to be a star?" "Doubt you'll ever go far." The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I feel the cold coming out of my veins my nerves so frozen I can't feel the pain I only numbly hope that it doesn't leave a scar The winter this year was the coldest by far I was starting to think it might be my last But somehow before i knew it winter had passed Looking back I wonder if it was really so hard
Winter ended in August. Wrote a SAD poem for it. Whater is cold?
NTR
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
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