"the night has come, and the cold touch of the wind seeped through my veins...
there was once a warm embrace but it was long gone... and I am now all alone feeling melancholy as sadness creeped my heart and soul..."
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"the night has come, and the cold touch of the wind seeped through my veins...
there was once a warm embrace but it was long gone... and I am now all alone feeling melancholy as sadness creeped my heart and soul..."