The cold

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As the rain stopped
The cold hits me. The snow falls on me. As look at the snow
"seeing the memories of desperate times and greed"
As I keep walking. The Cold hitting me. not wanting to look at ground. Then I look again. People were getting greed for dugs and money
Then I seen myself trying to stop someone from taking my stuff for drugs. then I ran as fast as I could to the end of the snow.

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