Walking around, lost, looking back and forth, wondering where you are, where you have been, and how you have gotten here. It’s extremely bright out, the sun is reflecting off of the snow that surrounds you. You don’t understand… you are confused… you don’t know who you are… you have a feeling that you are being chased, that you are in hiding, trying to conceal your flaws… you now realize that it’s cold out, you are slivering, hungry, and moments away from death… you are strong though, you have gone been through worse… you’re eyes are now used to the brightness, you are becoming aware of the surroundings, but you still don’t want to be here… fury strikes you, you don’t want to run anymore, you need to become static… you need to become warm… you require these things.. and then you will…
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