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Snow is drifting down from the sky in the most gentle way
The one time I'm all alone is when I needed you the most
Sometimes I think, when I'm alone at night
Think that you still dream of me
The monster under your bed
The one who consumed all your hopes and dream
So in aware of what I was doing to you
But It's proven that everything I touch falls to pieces
I think back to the snow
Falling gently onto unknowing cars
Blinding the windshield when the ice spreads
Freezing and chilling it to its interior
I sigh and rest my head on the window
Sighing as I drive into the frozen lake and enter my forever sleep.

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