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The cold, winter breeze.
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innocence The winter breeze blows on my back
the cold wind goes down to my neck
i look to see theres no one there
so i continue to walk alone
i carry my lifeless sack
of memories i dont need anymore
trying to find comfort and joy
in a sad and broken home
walking has never been so lonely
ever since my spirt left me
to be so cold that i cant feel
my own, dead bones
i walk on to wonder around
looking up and looking down
around for someone or something
i can call my own.
