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Cold As Ice A Bad Comparisionmy feet...my feet...they feel like they've been dipped into ice water for the past three hours. because, well, they have. my feet, my feet, those tingly cold feelings like needles pricking every single skin cell, every single little molecule on my feet...!
i do this because i don't want to feel them anymore.
somewhere, there's a guitar playing. somewhere, there's a young woman singing to this guitar, her voice strained by something.
some...some-ANYTHING. Anything, any word could go here, any...any word.
i take my feet out of the water and run my fingers across my toes.
the door finally slams open and she's standing there, guitar in hand, eyes unfazed and unsurprised by the site.
"Stop trying to do this..." she sighs into her palm and then looks away. "It won't work that way!"
i look up at her, fingers still running across my iced toenails.
"How else will I freeze myself for one hundred years and then become thawed by the horsemen of the apocalypse?"
i shiver. she stares.
she turns arou
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