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The window

As I look out the window everything seems dead...cold and lifeless

I don't understand what has happened....everything was great

I call out and the darkness shallows my cries like a black hole devouring the light

The only echo is that of an icy wind cutting like a knife 

I wonder has everything been swallowed up and devastated...

Is there nothing left in this world.... all the happiness has disappeared... all the love is gone ... inspiration doesn't seem to exist ... no desire for improvement ....

 Damn ... the mirror has one hell of a view ...

 

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