Savelives
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The cold winter shiver trickles down my spine
Soft winds brush against my visage
A faint glow in the twilight as an obsidian darkness drapes over the world
My over-worked hands, calloused and frozen
Sometimes,
Maybe all the time,
There's A Victimless crime.
Sometimes I want to just stand up and let go
Show you your troubles and all of your false hope.
