My hands are freezing
As the winter comes
Wearing a piece of clothes
To cover my weakened figure
Christmas is coming
Neighbors are decorating
Filling their tables
With lots of berries
I'm searching in a bin, if there's any excess food
To fill my stomach and hydrated maw
This is my tedious life
The dying creature that is fighting for her life
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