Indeed i have grown cold, and this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day.This day has lasted a liftime, with an eternity left to lapse. Here i am, forsaken just as i forsook the sun and blend of venom and winter, the kiss of frost and poison. How i wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scars, or a tender kiss to render me forgetful, where the sun to follow bitter examples… We would truly know winter, eternally.
May the sun shine on the forsaken, may the sun shine brightly and illuminate our scars.
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