I cross the icy ocean with only my feet. Gliding across the frozen waves effortlessly, step by step. I rest easy knowing no one or nothing will stop me. No matter the weather, no matter the weight of my pace. I do not sink. I never will.
Stone cold breath on icy palms. The pain of the icicles piercing through my skin brings an odd sensation to my eyes. A warm, yet uncomfortable feeling. Like hell fire leaking from my pupils, relentless and torturous.
I wander from the path, feeling hellishly hot now. The ice beneath my feet starts to melt and the ocean currents carry my heart to shore. My body stays behind. I still do not sink. I never will.
Yet my soul falls beneath the surface, wanting nothing but the hunger for pain to cease. Drowning itself in sadness.
My body, now an empty shell. Numb to everything, even the hellish pain of fire melting my cheeks as it slides down my face towards the hole where my heart should be. My skin melting, my hair bursting into flames and my pores filling with molten lava. But still nothing. Nothing where my heart once was. Nothing but a hole.
A hole. A hole that will never be whole again.
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