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Born from ice, On a mountain called love. I know too much pain. My lungs continuously fill with frost. I am numb, Yet I feel everything. Inhale. Exhale. Again. And again... Until one day there will be but one. Be it fire, or ice.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
Frostbite 12.30.18
Born from ice, On a mountain called love. I know too much pain. My lungs continuously fill with frost. I am numb, Yet I feel everything. Inhale. Exhale. Again. And again... Until one day there will be but one. Be it fire, or ice.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
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