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May 2017
Where the cold kills
The north land thats give chills
Where the tearing wind scars the ground
Nothing not even a sound
Theres not a thing aliveΒ Β 
Nothing can survive
A place where the sun doesn't shine
Where death and cold combine
After the thick frost consumes
You will be frozen in time, doomed
Tis some hearts and some minds a place like this exists.
Hunter
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Hunter  19/M/Iowa
(19/M/Iowa)   
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