I wrote a bad poem, I think

Staying out till the blue turns dark
And my hands turn numb and cold
Till I cant even feel the bark
And I cant feel the mold.
The only light is my phone
The only sound is my music
I like it here alone
Some think its tragic
But nah, i like it, its peaceful here
And here, theres no fear

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