it's so dark outside.
or shall i say,
inside.inside it's so dark and cold,
my hands are shaking,
and i can't reach,
for what i seek to find.and nobody shows,
their mask is to precious and heavy
to take off,
so they leave me here.alone.
in the dark,
with the cold eating me alive.alone.
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