You are a plague, a sickniss, a damn fever that won't go away. You crippiled me and left me for rot, watching me slowly fade away into ash and dust.The stinging daggers of ice and wind are a better comforte then your poor and incompident company. I am tired of the pain and sick of your memory and wish it all away. All of it, all of it I wish it all away. Good-bye you selfish plague may you never come again. May you never infect my tired heart again.


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