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Feel the Cold Burn

Kick the leaves

Feel the chill in the air

Remember me?

Yes, I was there

The person you tried to bring to his knees

That person's gone, what's left is me

Do you remember that ice can burn?

Was it my time to feel the pain, was it my turn?

You believed what you wanted to believe

Your stupid ignorance astonishes me

But now I've gone

And I'll never return

So kick the leaves

And feel the cold burn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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