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I sit in the bitter cold
hoping it will numb
more than my bones
I need it to deaden every sense
every feeling
down to my soul
Yet the persistent November sun is
working against my goal
attempting to warm my heart
give me hope to carry on
be strong
when others struggle
Yet I can't help but
wonder
who is there when I
am weak
when I struggle
Slumped over in a sobbing heap
it seems
only the sun...
which I'm trying to appreciate