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I can't run from it. My mother called it a gift. Cruel reality its a curse. What kinda gift kills. Its made me icy. It caused my sadness and my loneliness. People consider me a freak of nature. I froze my peoples food supplies by laughing to hard. My parents locked me away afraid I might hurt someone. Winters kiss is nothing but a cruel curse.
Wilting Orchid
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