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Coldness


Coldness is all I feel as my blood drips from the blade in my hand. 
 
I watch how my blood freeze and as it drains out. I can feel myself turning into nothing but a hollow body covered in bloody ice. 
 
All the cuts I have on me doesn't hurt because I feel no pain, I can only embrace the cold.
 
My body is numb as the blood running through my veins turns into ice.
I grabbed and looked at the bloody blade and noticed it breaking.
 
The more I stab, the more blood drips and the more i turn into ice. 
 
This coldness no one can beat because in the end you turn in to nothing but a hollow body, a hollow body frozen in the coldness.
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