This brings me back, takes me on a journey in the deep recesses of my mind to a time I remember well. And although it tastes the same (like winter) like hot chocolate on a crisp, dark night, feels like the sharp wind whipping at my skin, I wear the scars it leaves differently now. Cold bitter frost gathers on my tongue but I'm quick to melt them in my pyre. I had almost forgotten how
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