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Frozen


Crispness of the air. Sends shivers down her spine. She knows why but nobody else would understand. The october breeze; captivating. Memory is a funny thing. You relive moments of your life, without any say so yourself. You remember moments of your life, no matter how hard you try to forget. But why would you want to forget a moment that made you feel complete; a moment that was at one time everything you ever wanted, the first time you were ever happy.
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