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The snow fall on the ground

and my tears are drowning in their own  universe where the Goddess of pain is ruling.

I watch as the snow hit the ground

just like my tears are falling down my face

like a poring rain.

I look out the window and I can barely see the cold just like my soul is ice cold with lies that you've told me.

The snow is dry and little does it melt just like my brain is shutting down right when I want to leave.

I'm stock with you

and I don't know what to do.