Constant Winter
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My mind is in a constant winter
And the wind blows cold
As I continue to carry myself above the snow
I am drowning in my tears
They become frozen with doubt
I cannot see my way
As the hail breaks my soul
And rip my skin with icy knives
I am left for dead
As the sun's warmth arrives
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