Pondering my self,
And thinking of only the sensation I feel,
I grasp the hard reality;
No one will come to save me.

I alone must carry on the journey.
Should I succeed? It all counts upon myself.

The only thing stopping me...
Only me,
Only you,

More than you or me,
Undeniably larger than all of us,
Can we ever prevail?
How can we?


I feel cold,

Wintery coldness.
A cold so icy that
Nothing can warm me.
The sensation grows.

Only you,
Undeniably you,
To save me.


The End

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