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