Sloane Sinclaire

Reconnecting with inner strength

you forget that its pain and fear the absence of the cold. You can’t remember what it was like to be warm. A fear of death becomes a fear of life. Who am i without the cold, the pain? Sometimes you get fed up but shooting pains keep you still, i want out let me go this isn't fun anymore let me go let me go let me go
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