Footprints scarred the snow, streets so serene on a winter night's gleam
once again my mind in the state of a fiend. Walking through the hours unseen,
experiencing hours of defeat.

Walking while thinking, not talking, not blinking.
demons streaming inside, making me
bleary-eyed. Can't even confide,
no one to call to share
my freefall.

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