It's cold.
It devours my very existence.
It takes me into this dark imagination.
It makes me free.
It's cold no longer bothers me.
It let's me discover things I have never before.
I surge deeper in this vast murkiness.
It makes me free.
It's a cage.
It stops everything.
I can't control anything.
Freedom is killing me.
It's a darkness.
It won't let me form thoughts.
It won't let me take a breath.
Freedom is taking my voice.
It's drow-
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I hope you liked this poem cuz I had a lot of fun writing it! And yes, this is the end. Maybe in t.he future if I ever come up with another poem, I'll write it in, but I've started working on a different book which is called Casual Affair. I'll be updating that every Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm actually very excited.
Your Happy Duckling,
TravellingRenegade
