i can't feel my fingers as i hold on for my life.
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quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try.
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i have defined january.
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the end of another new beginning draws me out to white.
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the cold of what i came for chokes the shine.
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i have defined january in my life.
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i think they call this winter.
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dead like everything.
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harsh as it's silence and the pain that it brings.
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i can survive january in my life
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January
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| Brandtson |
