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Some place where the air you breathe
Turns to cold drops of ice cold water
Some place where the houses are covered in decorative ice
Making the wood crack
Some place so beautiful it's hard to breath
You don't want to breathe
You're afraid the beauty will dissapear
If you breath on it with your air
Your air
That has travelled such a long way
Your air that is as ugly as you are
As foul, gross and disgusting
You're afraid it will melt the ice
Maybe set the houses on fire

The world you're from is so much moore destroyed
So filthy
Ugly
Rotten
Used up
But the worst part about it is you
You are all of those things and moore
Worse
If only you could ceas to exist
But still be left here
So you could see
What beauty would be
If only you
Weren't there to destroy it all
God, you really hate this
Don't you?

That's wrong
All of your thoughts are wrong
The only thing that isn't wrong
Is you
You might not see the beauty you possess
But trust me someone will
Someone with different eyes
Eyes that aren't filled with filth
Like your eyes are