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Taken to the brink of something.
Something, but we can know what.
To wait, to want, it so bad, and,
try something, and,
moving to slow,
to get where you want to go.
Looking for results,
you can begin, to,
find a way out from the cold,
place youe in.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until it cold,
slowing you down,
until you can go.
Taken by something,
but you can hold on to it,
you can.
It slips through your fingers,
slips through your hand.
Because theye too cold,
can get a grip,
on what in your sight.
It like getting old.
It like getting told, to, sit, still.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until it cold,
slowing you down,
until you can go.
It not me.
Is there something,
so wrong.
Process of depraving yourself,
of peace of mind.