10 Minuten (eher 24)- Gedankengänge

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Melancholy dwells within me, shoulder to shoulder with despair.
It devours light, smothering the world’s ceaseless hum into a dull, suffocating murmur.
Eternal snow flows through my veins – cold and lifeless; not even the fiercest blaze of an endless midsummer could ever melt it into sunlight.
Night falls early. Winter never truly left.-S.