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WInter air going through my lungs. I hear people laughing, cars going down the blck slow, hands claping and children falling. I smeel winters cold air, warm turcky being cooked. Today people are with there family, singing away and laugh huging each other and showing love. But i, i'm just walking waling somewhere, somewhere where i'll be alone somewhere wgere they won't find me. Somewhere where i'll be alone. Where people won't hurt me.
