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  • Night time came..and i'm walking in the streets all alone, i wonder why everyone abandoned the streets ! maybe it's too cold for them, they would prefer warm over cold, i disagree but i can't object their human nature or shall i say human instinct ! Cold is where you feel alive, when this snowy breeze reaches the core of your bones makes you shiver for me is the ultimate statement a body can scream out saying you're fully alive..oh cold you returned life within me

    it's almost midnight, i have no idea where i'm heading it's been too long since i started walking. there comes a spot light, finally something that can give me some direction at least a sign where the name of some famous history person is written on it, to know where i am standing

    as i reach the street light my dark shadow arises from the light , hello old friend i was wondering when you'd show up, come and take your share of my day and keep my dark secrets locked up inside your mind, tell me how have you been ? do you think i'm doing the right thing ? since you know all my details, why haven't you abandoned me ? are you destined to stay with me ?? do you stay my choice or forced by the law of physics ? you appear in my darkest hour even the smallest dim of light ! will you be there when i'm done with this life ? will you follow me to the after life ? or have you already passed to the other side ?and you're waiting for me . are you my guardian and light is the only way that can show your form ? my question are never ending, i'm glad you're here and i'm glad what with you i can keep my secrets since you're the only thing i trust..

    i walk by the spot light watching my shadow fades away as i step away from the light...until we meet again my friend..until we meet again
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