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It's been too long since I wrote an actual poem. Phrases, lyrics, verses, whatever they're called, they just don't come to me like they use to anymore. Burdens, mistakes, curses, whatever my excuse is,
Am I cursed? Is that why bad things always happen to those around me, Am I cursed? Is that why none is there for me, Am I cursed? Is that why I'm caught is a terrible web of dispair, Am I cursed?
Blessed with the gift of freedom We’re constantly at war with an idea  The idea of being true to ourselves and to each other  I sit, looking out, seeing PEOPLE, PLACES MOMENTS
The Ancient water  The silver tree  The old one's Frost Heart  Hidden deep in the sea Was lost long ago  In the Battle of the Freeze  Home of the Cold Soul Who may never leave 
"Mother,Father Are you happy now? I tried my hardest But you still shout Brother, Sister Don't you see? The locked doors How I hid the key Leader, teacher How did you miss?
I am the Winter Witch of ice and snow Cursed from birth for reasons I don’t know I have only one thing I desire To feel and grasp warmth and fire
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