and the river swiftly flows.

i live by a cold mountain.

the people there are cold,

the woods are cold,

the animals are cold,

and the river swiftly flows.

where i live they don't care.

the people don't care about you.

the woods don't care,

the animals don't care,

and the river swiftly flows.

when it is twilight and the mist swirls like a ghost in the light,

i feel like i cannot breathe,

and my heart swells for the cold people,

the cold wood,

the cold animals,

and the river swiftly flows.

i can't take anything anymore.

i feel too much for the cold people,

for the cold woods,

for the cold animals,

and the river swiftly flows.

i walk into the cold cold river.

it crushes my lungs as i breathe in.

and i feel the spirits of the cold people,

the cold wood,

the cold animals,

and the river swiftly flows.

i flow with it.

The End

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