As we live in the shadow,
we walk through the midnight mist,
clutching to the warmth,
trying to escape the cold at all cost.

The cold is not our friend,
the sunshine is.

As the sun rises above the mist,
burns away the fog,
it warms the air,
it channels the heat deep into out bodies,
we warm up.

We spread our wings,
we raise our voices,
we lay low.

We lay low,
we stand tall,
we are not seen
for we need not be
because no one cares.

Do you hear me.
Do you care.
As my bones burn,
my heart flutters,
do you hear me,
do you see me,
do you want my heart to stop.

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