The winter runs deeper,
deeper than before. Inching closer and
closer I fear no end. Every beat, torture;
the unbearable reminder of sin.
Vision fades darker, no light perceived.
Sitting alone, contemplating defeat;
must bear it for them, must bear it for all.
Failure remains constant, it is what's
expected from soul, mind, and body;
every fiber within. The end would be too easy,
must shy from ashes. Must shy from ruin.
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