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I am the icy cold wind that prickles your spine on a hot summer day I am the old woman across the street, so much knowledge but no one to listen I am the frustrated child eager to learn trying to understand life but no one to tell me at night, I am the feline hiding in the shadow listening to all the secrets invisible to all outsiders at day, I am the canine eager for love and attention but I look around and there's no one to give it
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