Lost

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Lonely, cold breeze fly's past my face.
With a shivered breath, i take a step
Not knowing where i am

Life holding on to me,
While death pulls me into darkness.
My arms felt like glass
One wrong move
''i brake''

I could hear my heart beat softening,
My legs weakening with each step
I look up, past the snow white trees
With my last breath
I scream

My thoughts were against me,
I felt my mind slipping away... Slowly
My own last thought was, if i only stayed.

Stayed by the warm fire,
Snuggled in a blanket
But i had to leave,
I had to get away
From him

By Lycan15

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