Fire and Ice

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There's a sickness,
in my brain,
It travels through my bones,
carelessly infecting my soul.
Oh, how it burns,
lighting me from within.
One day,
I'll be nothing,
only a pile of smoking ashes.
Left behind,
to float on the frosty wind.

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