Moscow

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  It was cold... and quiet and the wind howled like a pack of starving wolves and the frigid winter winds sliced threw my coat like a sword and the snow burned my face like fire. The world was like a white canvas and i... well I was the paint that was accidentally dropped off your brush that you hope to forget about and paint over.
  I wanted to stop moving but I knew if I did frost bite would set in and I would die, but it was so cold and I wanted it to be over. I was tired, cold and alone no one would care right? No one new me I didn't even know me
  I collapsed into the snow tears leaving my eyes than freezing to my skin. I shivered and listened to the wind howling and slowly closes my eyes. This was it I was another victim of winters merciless ways and I would never be worried about right?
  Life slowly slipped away from me and it was all dark. I guess I'm going to hell then. I lay there snow slowly covering me like a blanket tucking me in for death to cone and hug me close and kiss me good night.
  I think I saw death or an angle that day he rode on a dog sled and was very tall and pale with violet eyes and a scarf.