When it's just that much off kilter,
That it's not the place you know.
When it's sleeting, cold and icy,
And you imagined snow.
When you make all the efforts,
But it's never to their joy,
So you always second guessing,
And you feel like someone's toy.
Yet you always keep in going,
You always do something,
Because to give up completely,
Would all new horrors bring.
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