A/N:
I got bored of my Vacay from writing, so I wrote this. Enjoy.
I see a shell,
An outer layer,
In the mirror I gaze into.
It is not me.
Yet it is.
An empty cold stare.
She stares.
She only stares back at me.
I can feel the loneliness,
Biting at me,
Spreading through my entire being,
Like frost in the nooks of a tree in the frigid winter months.
The frost that manifests from within,
Creeping its way into my heart.
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My mind.
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My blood.
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My soul.
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...
And when the time comes,
With the nature of ice comes the expansion,
And as a result,
That frosted tree will explode into nothing more than splinters,
Leaving no evidence of its previous existence in this cruel world.
None.
And like the tree,
It will be the same fate for me.
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It's so cold...
