Your under the Artificial light
you hear the noise around you
The Dead of the night is pain
to your ears
The night is all around you
The Darkness feels like its caving in
you sit alone in the cold
You try to write down your thoughts
you see a blank piece of paper
The words are blocked
you cant write the pain you feel
The cold culottes yours hands
your hands are frozen
you can not write anything
even if you had something to write about
you decide its time to start walking
maybe it will keep you warm
But it doesn't help you get more
cold with each step
Your walking trying to find your way
your getting lost
the one thing bad about being lost
is that you will never be found
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