the iciness of the air comes in through my nose, my mouth, and somehow, sets my insides aflame.
no no no, i scream. it is silent, but in my mind, overwhelmingly unbearably loud; it's all i can hear, all i can think-
gods no not again-
because the cold- while i love it it sometimes does not love me. sometimes it fuels a fire within me that wants me to run, run as far as you can, go, get a w a y -
but there is no escape, and there shouldn't be. i must learn to live with the flames.
so i let them burn me away to ash, knowing that soon, i would be whole again.
no no no, i scream. it is silent, but in my mind, overwhelmingly unbearably loud; it's all i can hear, all i can think-
gods no not again-
because the cold- while i love it it sometimes does not love me. sometimes it fuels a fire within me that wants me to run, run as far as you can, go, get a w a y -
but there is no escape, and there shouldn't be. i must learn to live with the flames.
so i let them burn me away to ash, knowing that soon, i would be whole again.
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