Words in the wind

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The cold ran through my skin


And fear became material


His appearance was horrible and his body was pale


Fear took shape and became an insane being, everything in front of me was an absolute void


And there wasn't a single lightAnd I was a being that didn't know its creator

And there wasn't a single lightAnd I was a being that didn't know its creator

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