Winter

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Raindrops bounce off my windshield,

Just like the thoughts of you bounce off my mind.


I'm running with the traffic,

Just like how you're running from time.


Where did the months go?

Days went from leaves dropping to snow.


Word came down the vine of your new investment,

While I struggle to find a purpose for my existence.


Alone is how I'll travel for the rest of my days.

My home will show me a new view.


A world without hope,

A world without you.

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