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The cold one, the lone one. Though I am cold, I still write- And I still sleep. The wind blows against my back, against my ears, I endure it, yet... I am still cold. I write while I freeze, And my cold nose drips as I sneeze Yet still, I write. My fingers lose all warmth, all feeling, All this writing serves no meaning. It's getting cold. Too cold. My fingers now are frozen blocks of ice. Desperately trying to write my life's story, yet- The frigid wind enters my heart, and all I can write now is: "It's too cold." It's too cold, and yet... And yet, I... I still write. I still write, because I don't know If my end lies beneath the endless snow It makes me afraid. The cold seeps into my frozen bones, terrifyingly still. Though my body is numb, I still write. Though I am scared, I still write. Though I am alone, I still write. Though I am cold, I write with my mind. And forevermore, I close my eyes and finally sleep. There is no fate as fitting as this: Frozen alone with a pen in my hand Destined to write until the end of time
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
To sleep in the cold wind
The cold one, the lone one. Though I am cold, I still write- And I still sleep. The wind blows against my back, against my ears, I endure it, yet... I am still cold. I write while I freeze, And my cold nose drips as I sneeze Yet still, I write. My fingers lose all warmth, all feeling, All this writing serves no meaning. It's getting cold. Too cold. My fingers now are frozen blocks of ice. Desperately trying to write my life's story, yet- The frigid wind enters my heart, and all I can write now is: "It's too cold." It's too cold, and yet... And yet, I... I still write. I still write, because I don't know If my end lies beneath the endless snow It makes me afraid. The cold seeps into my frozen bones, terrifyingly still. Though my body is numb, I still write. Though I am scared, I still write. Though I am alone, I still write. Though I am cold, I write with my mind. And forevermore, I close my eyes and finally sleep. There is no fate as fitting as this: Frozen alone with a pen in my hand Destined to write until the end of time
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
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