Winter Blues
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The cold seeps through my window, a bitter reminder of winter's arrival. Loneliness creeps into my mind, a silent companion that refuses to leave. I try to shake it off, but the emptiness is everywhere.
I think about our transience, an ever-present thought that lingers in the back of my mind. The finality of it all, the idea of not existing. I try to pu…