The land is painted white, proving that Winter's grasp still has a tight hold. __________
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Ponder
I ponder for hours but I'm really churning the same crap into mush. __________
Go On
The stomach churns and aches while the head is pounding but go on--I must. __________
Whose Hearts
Death means you're gone, but not from the hearts of loved ones. Whose hearts do you live? __________
Still Exist
Do any peeps of honorable character still exist today? __________
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