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In the woods, where winter weeps,
Silent echoes through shadows creep.
Veils of mist in ashen hues,
Where the world forgets its blues.

Frozen branches reach the sky,
Cradling whispers of a sigh.
Lonely trunks like sentinels stand,
Guarding secrets of the land.

Snow descends in endless fall,
Blanketing sorrow's final call.
Footsteps fade, long forgotten,
Dreams of warmth now turned rotten.

In this frostbound, somber scene,
Life feels lost in a gray routine.
A forest frozen, timeless, still—
Silent as an empty will.

God help me

I gave up too hard for me

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