Ice Is there anything to be found. Anything to feel or experience of any sensation. Because all I feel is cold. And that feeling doesn't freeze, it burns. How do you give off such an aura? You must be a witch of great evil. If only you were made of rubber, and I could just simply bend you a way and watch you snap. All the pain caused slipping away with every break. All the tears melting away from their solid #life as ice.
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