A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.

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I was melting faster than a snowball in your hands

Dripping like a cone, faster than you could lick

Now I’m starting to forget your eyes…

Your smile…

Your laughter…

It’s gone now, anyway.

You’re not the same as I last held you

You’re a frozen tear on the face of this pain

Caught up in the bitter cold without you here.

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