The frozen water tears me down-
For i am upon thin ice...
Frazzled nerves into frightening curves-
Half-split me apart not once but twice;
The Winter winds they toyed with me-
As i slid on the rhythmic freeze...
Too soon the melt of ice 'twas felt-
Broken and lost at all cost in Winter breeze;
Cut cold and bleeding fast, i am-
In the numb of the chilll of Winter ice-
Nothing i do can repair the anger in you...
Split apart yet even more than twice;
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