Theme: In our society, morality is buried and no one dares to dig it up. And we all know what crimes are becoming norms due to this very fact.
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The cloud formed as I opened my mouth in a feeble attempt to warm my hands left me even more uncomfortable. The chattering of my teeth and shivering of my not-covered-with-enough-warmers body had me sitting in a fetal position. Neither the snow had stopped falling endlessly nor the icy winds had ceased their brutality.It felt numbingly cold.
The clinking cutlery as well as the calm conversation could be heard vividly; coming from the closed window right above my head.
The dim yellow light sifting through the window was making the snow at my feet look almost golden-ish - as if that would make this state likable.As another chilly breeze hit me, I wrapped my arms around myself tighter.
They had forgotten the little old me; Morality and yet they; Thievery, Murder, Kidnapping and other social evils, were leisurely dining at my table - the place where I was supposed to be.
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