WInter
Days and months ago by and I still have this wound
Cant force it to heal or it will never heal
Your voice still echoes at night
Look at the mess you made
I cant stay this way but this pain is too much
Everything you left is now apart of me
I think its time to leave
Your like snow that never melts
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