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i was standing in the woods alone,
with hundreds of snowflakes falling down at a time.
i was shivering,
hoping to find any warmth.
then,
i found her.
i was so happy,
to have warmth in my life.
and then,
she met him.
and her.
and she met a hundred different flames,
all making her brighter and happier than i
ever could.
that was the moment i realized
that i was cold.
and i always would be.

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