Sitting here feeling the cold icy fingers of death creap over my skin. I always wondered what it would feel like, to die just for a little bit.
I have always liked the cold and know I why. Curious though I want to know more, take it one step futher. Yet I hestate, always my mind awakens me at the last second.
I guess its not my time, just yet. Soon maybe but not now.
I have always liked the cold and know I why. Curious though I want to know more, take it one step futher. Yet I hestate, always my mind awakens me at the last second.
I guess its not my time, just yet. Soon maybe but not now.
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