Feel the cold break through your skin,
On the street and creep within.
Making you ill and very weak,
Until you’re suffering and can not speak?
Then ammonia knocks on your door,
Very loudly until no more.
That is it you begin to cry,
Oh please God please let me die.
By Dr Geebers
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