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There's something the way the wind feels,

as it blasts me back and rocks me on my heels,

i can't quite put my finger on it now,

but it makes me feel so different some how,

the cold rain falling stings my skin,

like the feeling of frostbite setting in,

i wonder where this all did begin,

ever since i can remember i've been stretched too thin,

and the more i give, the less i get,

the more i live, the less i've slept,

and the more i've made, the less i've kept..