numb

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Cold is the air I breathe.
Sleepless.
But I don't mind the rain.
With fear I strive,
But still enjoying the pain.
I am awaiting the dawn,
As I welcome the end.

If you've ever felt the way I feel,
Helpless,
And help is all you need.
In tears you try
But there's no way you can win;
Solitude within.

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