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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