βʋƨ Ƨтσρ
Terrifying. Cold. Silence.
A twisted up frown, disguised as a smile.
The cold wind blows.
My hair dances in the wind, but my body stands still.
Emotionless yet I feel pain.
The agony rots inside me. Beaten down by hate, but healed by love.
I’m only human.
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