The streaks on my face are perminant now. The tears I shed are forever stains. They are fresh tears but still cold when they fall. They are the condensation of a frozen heart, frozen by coldness of the world and life itself. The pain in the only thing feeding the fire in me. Yet it is still not enough to melt and thaw the heart
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