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Dec 2016
Baby it's so cold,
And I just hope you're warm.
When the snow falls just know,
I'm not alright.

I say I'm fine and no,
I don't want to talk about it.
Can this cigarette just,
Flood cancer through my cells.

I'm living a waking nightmare,
And I can't seem to wake.
I pray to God. Please,
My soul is yours to take.
Aaron Reisinger
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