Seasons come and go,
Leaves wither and die.
Still my pain I do not show
And my smile politely casts a lie.
Shivers crawl down my spine,
My mind is overwhelmed by ghosts I shove out.
Rolling thunder roars across the darkened sky: mine!
My voice is but a whisper, I have no doubt.
In my heart’s winter I remain frozen,
While ice pumps through my veins.
Feelings that have become barren
Await the words to release me from my chains.
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