9:59:00 PM

I stand, in darkness and in desolation, fighting for but one warm breath. The moon is so dull that I can hardly see the ground. My hands in a twine, sparks a match, but the cold air blows it out. My eyes freeze, I can’t blink, my death was intended to be seen. My skin is so blue it shows off to the sky, which has become black, darkness. My teeth chatter as we slowly freeze...

-life is just a death, and am as cold as anyone could ever be!

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