Winter whispers to me
Calling my name
Beckoning
I cautiously draw closer
Ice cold lips speak nothing but lies
My tears now turn to ice
I’m so cold
Is this real?
Or am I going crazy
Images appear before my eyes
The past and the future
It all blends to make the present
I lay now without a future
Seeing things that never existed
You don’t believe me?
I don’t believe me either

 
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