Glaciers
You see what's on the surface, but not beneath the skin. The truth is very few people have the strength to let someone completely in. We are all glaciers isolated in the sea, a danger to all ships coiming too closely. And what really goes on, down deep, where it hurts the most...the world may never know. Someday we'll melt and we will be no more, so tell me... are your burdens worth melting for?
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