Cold winds whipping,
Surrounding me,
Stripping my sanity,
As a voice in my head,
Tells me to run,
Seek safety,
Warmth and shelter,
And better places to be,
Than in the path of a storm,
But it is here,
I feel most alive,
It's here,
I feel the tiny struggle to survive,
That revives,
From that almost dying spark,
In my eyes.
~Rei Shiori
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