The wind blew threw my hair, nearly knocking me over.
I wished to find you, to see you, though the darkness would not allow.
The feeling of death surrounded me, and I was cold.
I started to cry, wanting to feel the warth of your embrace.
The wind blew again, more forcefully, pushing me to the pavement.
I lied there. Frozon. Lost.
Forever.
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