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It’s as if his soul can’t stand being cold.
It reaches his chest. It mourns for him.
No fire, no light can relieve this temperature in his chest.
Pleading for itself and mourning for itself.
Even the reaper cries. Save me.
-vice
A feeling felt before..
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