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It's cold its freezing as frozen ice , I sit here nothing but cold fronts coming towards me the wind is whistling singing a soft melody while I'm watching my hands are a block, and they stand like a statue my ears are screaming for warmth I sit thinking why am I doing this but life can fail all you have to do is stand it .




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