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i can't feel my fingers as i hold on for my life.

quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try.

i have defined january.

the end of another new beginning draws me out to white.

the cold of what i came for chokes the shine.

i have defined january in my life.

i think they call this winter.

dead like everything.

harsh as it's silence and the pain that it brings.

i can survive january in my life

January /

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