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7d
Ice
I feel the ice
Dance in my veins
Then carry it's course
Straight through my brain
Its laughter echoes
As my inner self screams
Then cuts my flesh
Jagged lines rip the seams
Numb of all feeling
The goosebumps have spread
Yet the cold is appealing
My skin has turned red
What is to do
When the world is all froze
To be trapped in the demon
That we all oppose
My limbs went to crumble
The world turning black
No hurt is as humble
As a deep-freezed attack
Truly is ironic
That this pain is all numb
To stare at a mirror
And not know what I've become
Will I eventually break
As my lips turn blue?
With my shivers taking shape
And only one thing left to do...
Irelyn Thorne
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Irelyn Thorne  15/F/Find me with an earbud in
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