Why so mean!?
Always turning a cold shoulder when i need warmth the most
Killing everything you touch by just passing over it
Being selfish for you
Life means nothing to you as long as you can spread everywhere
Your harsh sting chills my skin
I stay inside to get away from your harsh treatment
I guard myself with fire and blankets
As little chipmunks must under ground
And snakes and frogs must hide
But youll be gone soon
And all my friends will bloom.
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