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Its just me

Here I am
Hanging from a tree
All alone in this frost bitten misery
My family is beneath me
The cold from this months call has frozen me to the core
Summer has gone
And so has fall
Now winters come with Decembers call
The sun barely rises here
Which is fine
No one gets to see my lonely tears
I have no sound
The only sound that I recognize is
the occasional sigh of the wind
Here I am
Hanging from a tree
My family has gone
.....And now its just me





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