' 'deep' 'mental health’; depression ; death ; imagery ; suicide ; winter
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My poor soul must be made of snow.As winter quickker, a bitter sadness covers me, my eyes turn dead red, as if against my blue face. A storm occurs in my stomach and makesmy purple hearth trace death.As I feel my hearth race, my feet and hands ar
My poor soul must be made of snow.As winter quickker, a bitter sadness covers me, my eyes turn dead red, as if against my blue face.
