Don't come near me, perhaps you'll burn,
Don't walk on my road, you'll be tired of the turns.
I'm the puddle after a rain, you can splash me around,
But I'll gradually go away, nowhere to be found.
My story isn't as simple as it seems, I have a million things untold,
It's something I promise never to unfold.
I've lost most wars, I have no one beside,
You won't be able to see, that's how dark I am inside.
I'm cold, alright? You won't find anything warm,
I'll push you away, because that's how lonely I was born.
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