I've seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine.
The flower they carry had once been mine.
Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies.
Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's not
Hurting). I need help, but not from you or
Yor father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my
Saviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can't
Bear all this pain. I had watched the snow
All day. Falling. It never lets up. All day
Falling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud,
"So this is life?".

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