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A room awash with warmth. Tea steaming within a porcelain cup. Quiet resounds henceforth. Everything is looking up. No people now. No thoughtless phrases to cause harm. I'm alone, yet somehow
Once upon a time, when life was a dream and life was on the line, with a train losing steam, being lost wasn't fine, yelling "I don't know what's mine" rather lose track than lose my mind, 
Let me try to explain, this is not what I mean: 
I could live without, but I don't want to. I couldn't start my day right, and my nights wouldn't be the same. The heat wouldn't run through my veins, not through me at all. Life would drag,
Snowball fights outside Hot chocolate with whipped cream Cozy indoor life
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