As she ran down the cold hard street
She glanced down upon her bare feet, and screamed,
She splashed through a puddle of blood.
The blood was pouring from her cold bare feet
...
These feeling are new to me. All feelings are new to me.
I am new to this world.
I already have the urge to go. To break down the door and run free.
To feel the wind in my face. To have the breeze run through my hair.
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