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The breeze wraps me tight 

Replacing the warmth of a human touch 

I got used to the moon 

To be my only friend at night 

I got used to the rain 

That cries when I do 

And shares my pain 

I can see my reflection in the river 

It mimics my blood streaming 

Just like a river 

I relate to the tree leaves soaring and falling 

It represents the million pieces of my heart roaming 

I can see my self dirt 

Being stepped on and left by the world 

I can speak to the stars 

There are millions of them and they shine back at me 

Making me feel alive

And oh the dark 

The dark lives in my head day and night 

Day and night….