My flesh grows cold
Scared of what may happen
I shiver in fright
My skin feels as though it will fall off
My hair stands upright
Closing my eyes I wish for a happy place
But the frigid air pierces my thoughts
Vaporous beings surround me
I try to breath; air is fleeting
Death settles in
I fall, farewell
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