What darkness lies inside when you hide.
What light turns when you grown cold.
I am a brother, but the only thing I get closed doors.
I am left out in the open.
The wind pierces my skin.
The warmth of my heart diminishes.
I went to lean on you, but you shattered.
I wish I could show you how my eyes see you.
My lips speak yet you do not hear me.
Friends, what can be a better place than that?
Now I will have to venture to alonely place.
Cold will it be.
Warmth will be this place no more.
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