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I sat in the snow at midnight all alone. I looked up at the full moon and just breathed in and out slowly. The cold numbing my fingertips and lips, but I felt nothing. My brain moving at a thousand miles an hour trying to piece together a fucking useless equation.

I sat in the snow at midnight alone with no place to call home. I cried out for longing with nothing in return. The solidarity numbing my heart so my body froze. My brain shot out vivid scenes of my life like a movie.

I sat in the snow at midnight all alone with tears on my cheeks. The moon my only light. The wind freezing my eyes so I could not see. My brain telling me all the places I have seen. I am not those places, just a soul.

I sat in the snow at midnight all alone not moving an inch. The feelings taking my soul as prisoner. My brain screaming at me to leave, but I'm paralyzed with need.

I sat in the snow at midnight all alone with the cool air. The pressure making my lungs gasp for air, yet I did not struggle. My brain numbing me with memories.

I sat in the snow at midnight all alone in the cold. My body frozen to the spot It laid. I cry to myself out of pity and longing and need. My brain playing tricks on me.

I sat in the snow at midnight all alone begging to be found. Finding no strength in myself to save me. I have a closet full of different versions of me, but I do many I've yet to be. My brain silently begging me.

I sat in the snow at midnight all alone scared out of my mind. I breathe in laboriously and blink the tears away. I move my fingers cold as ice and wipe my fears away. I stand up in the freezing cold and let myself be know. My brain tells me soothingly I am not the places I have been.

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