Left behind
With no end
Feeling lost deep within
Smiling at what's never to come
Stuck in a loop
Or a dead end
While seeing
Winter's bliss
Wishing I could skip
All the lonely days to come
Trying to survive the pain within
Left, lost, pain
Should all be a sin
Combined or separate
Each kills from within.
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