I wish it was winter,
so that I can cover my dog with a blanket
and be cold the whole night.
I'm chasing a light
from the newest iPhone,
but I'm sure I'll be fine.
No one offered you any money;
you weren't born during Berlin Blockade
or Vietnam War.
Even then people were miserable
only because of their stupid clones.
I wish it was winter,
so that all the weak people
could freeze in front of my eyes.
I'm preparing a first strike
against myself,
because you need to see
how bad you are to me.
No one is responsible for your actions.
Since you are uncountable, that means you.
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