Spitted Pattern
Run into the wind,
feel it cut open your face.
Hear the blizzard fight the trees.
How it freezes your tears.
Surrounded by choas
Focus on zero.
Turn your head,
See the hope.
Change your mind.
Take your shot.
You don't see the future
Nor the past.
Steamy breaths barricade your mind.
And you start the fight against the world.
Hehe "last post"!
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