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Blizzard
December 18, 2014
The snow is cold, cruel, and wet
Nothing in sight but blank white death
In the distance, a shaking tree
And soon the storm will set me free
To some death is a frightening thought
But to me it's something that can't be fought
This cold storm makes me feel at ease
And I don't mind my inevitable release
But I can't die, it's not my time
I need to live my long, long life
But I wouldn't mind staying here in the snow
Because I do fear death, but not my own
© Anonymous
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