WinterWinterWinter
Under the darkness of the sky All but the strongest life snuffed Sub-zero temperature blistering the skin The winds cutting to the bones Shiva destroying all in its path Snow covering the bodies of the dead The purity of the snow covering all The soft snow littered across the ground The sight is breathtaking. The sun off in the horizons Gleaming of the white snow What a sight it is.
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"It takes me a long time to tell stories. I think it's because I was drunk for three years." - Gerard Way
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." – Anais Nin
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