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Dec 2012
It was cold, terrifying, numbing
Exhaust gathered in the moonlight
Sighs echoed for eternity
A fogged mind, and misted sight
Snow crunched under my soles
My fingers and toes all froze
To keep going, it took all my might

I'm wandering to stay away
Trying to forget before I combust
There is no one left that I can trust

They're all gone, and I'm frozen.
Archetypes Anonymous
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