Remnants of a BlizzardRemnants of a Blizzard By: Josh GreinerRemnants of a Blizzard
Harsh winds run through the barren wasteland, Drifting ice, as if dust in a sandstorm. Individual insignificance is shadowed By crashing waves of white powder.
Each breath I take makes vision blurry As the hot breath mingles with the frigid air. Walking blind, alone in this sea of cold, dormant life, As my muddled cries fall upon deaf ears.
The rising sun melts this blanket of emptiness, As if to display my withering self. Consumed by nothing, which resides within me, I lay helpless upon the ground.
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To gain something, something of equal value must be given... that is the first rule to alchemy, and my only one.
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Inside of each person is the ability to do good. What makes us different is whether or not we choose to accept it. Who are you? Are you good, or do you knowingly choose to be bad?
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