It's snowing outside, falling slowly,
I watch the flakes, quietly floating,
The whirring sound of my heater,
Everything is always the same here,
Where is here? You want to know?
Here, is somewhere very cold,
Here, I thought I had a home,
Here, now there's nothing left,
They sent away all my friends,
Here, I type my thoughts and no one cares,
Here, I find thoughts that I can share,
On my blog I made just for me,
So one day I can look back and see,
A piece of my life that used to be.
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