The Winter's Cry

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A fire crackles in the soul

Kindled by the people I know

They care, but do not ask my goals

I am like snow

I drape myself in the wicked and beautiful white

As I fall from who I was once, in the night

I want to shout but the consequences are too fierce

They stare from the shadows: my guilt. their eyes pierce


I lie in the darkness from whence I came

I want to cry but cannot

I want to laugh but should not

I am happy, only in name.


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