Running in the snow,
Faces aglow,
Children will sing,
About anything,
Yet snow turns to frost,
The cold is lost,
Alas, here is spring,
What a wonderful thing!
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If life is an open door, why am I always trapped on the outside. With all this space around me and no where to go, no one to share it with. The cruel and unforgiving darkness becomes a blessing and my mind blurs the lines that others have set in place for me. I am at one with my self. I am at one with others. I am at one with the darkness. I am at one with the unknown.
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