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I lost my voice.

Or at least I think I did.

It hurts to even make a broken sound that comes from my chapped lips.

I could no longer feel my legs or fingers as the cold had engulfed them entirely.

The snow was my blanket.

That kept me cold and warm at the same time.

I let out a noise,

which was meant to be a laugh.

I probably sounded ridiculous.

I wonder if people even liked my voice when I had it.

I worked so hard.

Yet no one cares for that.

They just cared for my disgusting looks.

As the heavy snow came down,

I hummed a melody,

not caring if it sounded like it or not.

are you leaving now?  ◾j.jk & bts◾Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora