The winter pushes you to the corner... far from the crowd, far from your friends, family even yourself. Each night, while returning home, your head bents low till you can count the granite blocks of the road, dark cold lifeless. The wind sends shivers down your spine makes you feel helpless, you need to fight alone through the stiffening breeze. Numbness runs through your fingers, your ears unnaturally getting colder. You walk alone. Your heart, still beating, seems to be in some desperate search to hold onto something or someone that/who won't absorb your 'warmth' rather lend some more. The winter puts you in front of your own true self, your own reality. You look back, there's no one except a road, empty, that you have already left behind. Even the trees, the boulevard, the street lights seem dull, tired, and losing their fluorescence. They are not interested in you anymore, busy in their own struggle surviving the winter. In the process of s
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