The cold...the endless dark unforgiving cold...it was suffocating such so that it engulfed me whole without so much as a thought or sound. Why...why am I so cold...why am I so heartless, so hated, so despised, this cold is unforgivable. It takes everything, it took everything that I had left inside only to spew it out as a black bruised bloody mess. Why...why does it consume me so...why does this cold exist where warmth should radiate. Have I always been this cold...have I always been this forgiving...only time shall tell...
-Excerpt from the ballad "The Long Winter Evening" By Emmanuel A. A. Edwards-Smith (Me)
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