I ask you
Where is refuge
You close doors
The cold bites
My fingers shrivel
The knocking stops
No more breath
In cold air
All is silent
I ask you
Where is refuge
You close doors
The cold bites
My fingers shrivel
The knocking stops
No more breath
In cold air
All is silent
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big hug! I am sorry this is the case, and there is no refuge, which you do deserve! xoxo
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