Beat Babe: The Winter (In Rhyme)

NO

The point at which I lose my mind

Has indeed arrived.

Why am I being punished

I don’t think I’ll survive.

One more day of cold

will bring me to the edge

New York in winter, never again

To myself I pledge.

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

No. No. No.

Art is suffering.

LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.
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