Frost.
Frost. frost stories
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cjhale
cjhaleAspiring musician Charlotte Hale.
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Frosty hearts

Frost.

by cjhale

There's frost on the window.

There's frost on the glass.

But that's not the only place that frost lingers.

It reigns in my heart.

It spreads like a disease.

Leaving a frozen wasteland in its wake.

There's frost consuming.

Ever growing, never leaving.

I need the sun to warm my soul.

But I fear that the sky of ice cannot be penetrated.

I'm trapped.

I'm frozen.

I can't breath.

I'm fading away.

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