Much like the snow, and the frigid tempratures of winter, I fall. I fall deep into depression. Hopeless that tomorrow will be a better day. But alas, it is just as cold. The heart that was once there is gone. Traded in for glame and hate. I become consumed with the worries of life, that I have no life. I hate myself for thinking about it, but it
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~Sarah
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