Never a chance to dry, for the rain is constant, and there is no cover.
Never a chance to warm. The cold is persistent, and there are no blankets.
Never a chance to see, for the dark is perpetual. There is no light.
Never a chance to love. There is no one here. I myself barely exist.
Forever, this may be.
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