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Nov 2018
In the cold of the winter, I'm wondering

When did the snow get so bold as to stick to me

I'm an impression of compression, I'm just tumbling

I've got confessions, I sparked a tension, now there is something

Lividly darkened and crashing my ride

Corrupting a set of shattering insides

I've lost my passion when I lied to die

Never knew my soul could fly so high
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