For the numbing air to burn my veins frozen.
I am the saddest one.
I am the deserted one.
Not a soul is wandering, because you feel no warmth.
No journey to the farthest reaches could make time change.
When I'm called, the darkness my cradle-
I am drunk with heavy footsteps and my mind becomes slave.
I was told that every day would be my last.
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