:::Cold Breeze:::
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walk this uncharted land
All by your self.
A cold breeze
Brushes your face.
Every memory is being left behind.
You step one step to far
A cold breeze brushes your face.
You fall through thin ice
still cold air hits your face.
You scream
But nothing comes out.
You know this is your end
But you don’t want to leave your body.
Then you leave
Leave forever,
With more regrets then you had when you were alive.
You left behind
The ones you love.