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cold nights lonely days my mind goes blur the wind goes her.
I am a child in a field that is playing around with other kids Then I spot a golden butterfly in the distance and decide to follow it I look around to only to find myself  in a uniform nervous to talk to anybody
It’s cold. Really cold. Every quivering breath I take can be seen by a puff of smoke. I’m surrounded by a sticky, oppressive darkness. But I’m not alone.
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