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in a world so cold,
we break and fold
a macabre occurrence,
we all bleed in suspense
a decision to surrender,
we don't have to suffer
we are born to be special,
dealing with a vigorous survival
amidst this arctic condition,
we need to fight
we need to hold on
we're not alone
together we'll face this battle.
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
