A fever like dream state
Or nightmare
Scratching on the surface
Like tiny snowflakes on the roof
I don't know how it felt like to be alive
I can't recall
I'm not dead yet, I think
At least I'm shielded
From the cold of the winds
You can't get me now
But neither can I
I have lost control
I am safe but to what price?
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