Me narrating my death. 😌
It was cold. The frozen air slowly making its way to my blood. I could feel the cells in my body slowing down. The goosebumps trying to prevent the cold from spreading but alas, it did not work. The hairs on my arm trying to make a coat, failed to protect me. It felt as if I was in Winnipeg, in the middle of April. Oh the thought of warmth couldve brought my hopes up but woe, my sorrow was tok great. Every inch if my body was dead.
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