I look down to my soaking wet shoes as the musky repulsive air tingles up my nose. The tears streaking down the window as I see a crystal clear image of me. The cold brick road feels like Antarctica as my hands get icier. As the rain drips down onto my jacket I look at the guy in the gutter I feel as hungry as him. He is drinking beer and singing while hes drunk I feel sorry for that guy. The street lights are so dim I can hardly see the shops in the distance. Everyone on the dark street is happy in the warmth but me I feel like i'm going to freeze to death. My teeth are chattering so hard it feels like my jaw is going to fall out of my mouth like Grandma’s teeth. There are puddles of water turning into ice as I walk away into the distance.
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