When the cold chill hits like bad memories
Reminded of who, where and when
Holding back the daggers that pierce my heart
Every breath burns and aches
Aft I find the escape I need
Grabbing on for life, holding this gem in my hand.
Tightening my grip so as no to lose
Ruptured, broken, bleeding, lost
Inside it withers, choked by the air
Eastward to find a
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