My words become as silently hidden in the shadows.
My words have become as cold as the frozen air.
My words come outas despair staring at the endless long night.
Come quickly as I've lost the will to fight.
I'm ashamed so I lay in ash.
When a false heartbeat becomes a pretend intuition.
It carries with me throughevery lovely season,
like winter mocking the sun.
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