As I walk down the cold, empty streets,
The snow falls softly, silently.
No one is here.
No one wants this anymore.
The pain, the agony.
Ripping through them like dull knives.
They left.
For warmth,
For happiness,
For love.
But i'm still here.
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"I'm sick and, I'm twisted. I'm broken, you can't fix it."