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Winter
I was simply looking for a warm place to lay my head. I was tired and sore from dragging these things with me. My dress worn, my feet and hands were frost bitten. My lips were dry. I was Ugly. These things were so heavy; a place to put them down would be nice. I thought there was someone who could take these things from and they could do whatever they like with them. If I died before I woke, at least I would know there was one warm place on Earth. One warm place left after the day the sun plunged into the sea and the moon's tears froze wherever they fell. I thought after walking for seven days I could rest. I thought.

I thought God wouldn't help me. I thought maybe I made a mistake of thinking there was a heaven and I know I know there is only the way it is. The way my eyes see the world and no matter how hard I try I can't make the grass greener than what it is. I can't make the ice break beneath my feet just because I know there is a warm place hiding underneath it.
I carried my father's hand with me in my pocket with all these other things. If there was a warm place I could give it all away. I thought in this warm place there would be Prince Charming on his great white horse. Then I remembered those trapped in the desert want shade and ice. Well, they can have all the shade and all the ice they want. They can have all they can carry away from my frozen world. Just for one look at the sun again.
I was there when it fell. I saw it fall. I saw it fall. It was so fast and all the colors went away with it. Everything turned grey and blue. Dark dark blue. If I had learned to skate maybe I could get out of this. Maybe I could find my way to the lake shore. Maybe I wouldn't be stuck out here in the middle.
I just gave up one day when I couldn't walk anymore. When I came to the edge of the world. I had no choice but to stay or to jump. It was too far to walk back into the ice. There was only ice. How was I supposed to know what I would find and what I would feel if I found anything at all.
I remember I felt my heart sinking with the sun, and since my soul had nowhere to live it left too. I spent my life going through the motions. They came and they went and nothing mattered. Now when I look back I wish I could have opened my eyes. Maybe just maybe all the times my eyes were closed in a blink the sun decided to shine. Wouldn't it be a shame if I missed it because my eyes got too tired from waiting until the icicles melted? Just maybe I let the ice get too thick too feel the sun anymore. I can't so I just sit down. I can't go on anymore. If I closed my eyes forever everything would be the same when I opened them again.

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