as the cold wind blows i feel a chill raise up and down my spine, i can feel it in my lungs as i hesitate to breathe afraid every breath i take may be my last afraid that everything i have worked for will be picked up and carried away with this cold, cold wind. Now i'm walking nowhere had a somewhere but decided nowhere to be a much better destination i trudge simply keep walking not thinking just breathing. And as i come upon my destination of nowhere my feet begin to scream my hands begin to sing and the cold wind takes flight again and licks my face a bitter chill. Atlast, to be nowhere, my perfect somewhere of all.

Sounds like a place I've been.

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