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And I feel it alone,
The winter fog surrounds me, covers me almost,
Looking around into the sheet of whiteness,
I try to escape, yet she stops me,
The blankness.
It wasn't this cold yesterday,
Or the day before.
But today, I feel the chill,
Like an overdue cold long night,
Unsurprisingly violent, yet so very still.
They say its the cold outside,
Something else, I hear within,
Unwilling to accept the truth,
Continue to struggle, I continue the fight,
Seeking the elusive warmth,
I find it all gone, just the cold inside.
