Walking across the Cold ice field Lost Every step I take My feet weight heavy On my limp legs My mind Slowly fading Giving into the cold No longer able to rationalize Or keep my mind Focused on the task at hand I make a wrong Move I fall down a crack Endless darkness I finally hit a ledge With a loud earsplitting Sound of shattering bones Alone Cold Bruised And broken I lie on that ledge Alive As if that really mattered now I would have welcomed My old friend death On this day But I couldn't Something told me I had to hold on Then I heard it Men My savors I hope!Birth sign: Sagittarius
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