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                                                                                   Cold.

                           His frostbitten flesh was mostly numb

                        But there was one thing he could still feel.

                The icy sting of the very cold that had ended his life.

                         It stung him like the sorrow from within

                Cut through his fragile body like scissors on thin paper.

Splitting

             Splitting

                            Splitting

                                        Like there was nothing left but the anger.

                                             The Fear.

                                              Despair.