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you used to love the snow and ice

the dark and stormy winter nights

December's magic festive glow

now seems many years ago.

you crave the warmth of summer's kiss

let sunlight bring you back to bliss

The great aurora in the sky

Colors lovely and bright,

Your mind takes flight

A feeling you can’t buy

But look between the color

Stray your eye,

Something quite duller

It's a thin, fragile book

you would keep in a desk

the cover is elegant

and the pages, a mess

In black and red ink

I don't like to think about the future

For the future feels final.

The future feels like a goal everyone is working towards

That none have arrived at

And none ever will.

Fact: States with less gun control have higher rates of shootings

Fact: Suicide attempts are far more likely to succeed when a gun is involved

Fact: On average, 316 people in the US are shot every day

Because this world is not good or evil

Not black or white

No halos or horns

This world is twisted and gray

And the afterlife is the same.