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Coldness prickles my feet The winter morning is no joking matter  If you have no means to eat or a place to sleep   The twigs crackle crackle crackle
It's been a month since I've   come around, and it's been a month since I    went and found that I have a hard time believing in humanity.   Humanity- Humanity-
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