.It was a dark and bleek February week
When a cold and fragile hand grazed my cheek
When I woke up with nothing to find
Was it really real, or was it just my mind
I went downstairs to grab a snack
And the bags were all packed
The note on the fridge stated
It's out of my hands, it.
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