Fire and Ice

Back when things

were simple and innocent,

life felt beautiful and full of bliss.

I could feel the warmth

that life gave me.

 

Each trip I take around the sun

leaves me with less and less

of life's warmth and beauty.

 

This fire that once surrounded me

has slowly unraveled and now

the icy wind bites at my skin

until there is nothing left.

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