I wake up from my sleep, blankets fall down. I pull them up yet coldness surrounds me, I seek comfort yet none can be found here. The air around me is cold yes, but still, I think the world outside of my room’s colder. The frozen faces, the unknown places, when I walk outside no one bats an eye, this world we live in is far colder than. In some places I find abit of warmpth, friends sitting by the fire sharing laughs. In other places all I find is scorn, antagonism and hatred adorn. Why is this world so cold, yet still so warm. Why is my world every changing, frost, thorns. From cold to hot, and then to cold again. This world is uncertain, yet around bends, there’s fun to be had, in the good and bad. Making joy of the worst times makes me glad. With friends around we can have snowball fights, even when the world is turned against us, our warm fire is still glowing so bright. Friends make the day just abit brighter too, in times warm like summer, to the cold dew. In rain or shine, frost which blinds, we are bind, by eachothers warm glow, cold like meadows… Not so cold after all, we shine alight.

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  We’ll be… alright…