Winter

by The Herald   Oct 2, 2007


The cold of the mornings
the crisp in the night
thats the way i know that everything's right
as i lie in the snow,
and feel my limbs die
i go with the flow
and let go of my life

-this is a metaphor for lonliness, im not suicidal-

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