Years pass by, but no fruit grows from the branches. No hope kindles by the fire. No one to hold during this trek. Maybe inside is the problem? Maybe outside? Maybe the bitter cold is where you belong.
In the mirror, a monster, reflected by the shadow. You are the reason for your loneliness. You are not meant to find happiness. You are submissive to the poison around you. You are the monster in the mirror.
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