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Cold
Is the world getting colder
Or is it just me?
Has it always been this frigid?
I do not like getting older
No, not at all
My eyes are open to the bitterness
The frosty bite that chills my blood
As a child I never saw the ugliness
I grew up in a sheltered home
Sometimes I wonder if that was best
Or if it just made me alone
Or is it just me?
Has it always been this frigid?
I do not like getting older
No, not at all
My eyes are open to the bitterness
The frosty bite that chills my blood
As a child I never saw the ugliness
I grew up in a sheltered home
Sometimes I wonder if that was best
Or if it just made me alone
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