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On a december's eve
There's a freshness in the air, as the cold wind bites at my face, the white ground blanketing all the grey of the world on any other day, there's just something about snow
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Just another sad tale
Down town, the urban skyline so straight and organised, no sort of freedom all in regulation, under strict rule, he leans against a wall, the wet graffiti staining his hood,
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My problems
Everyone has them, some call them faults others call them problems or issues, but we all have things that we don't need to or want to do but do anyway, my problems are as follows:
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Hiding
Something you do, when your scare or upset when you just can't face the world anymore, you run and don't look back and find a place of solace to look inside and fix your problem,
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A man's finest hour (take 2)
Back pushed up against the sodden muddy wall, with only a plank of wood to perch his hined, he draws in one final deep breath, then in an instant springs into action,
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