Originally written on April 2nd, 2018
Just like that I was in Antarctica
Distant, with nothing but cold surrounding me
It became my prison; no way out
I wasn't left with a choice, my only freedom stripped away from me
I gave up everything
I gave up a part of me to be consumed by the cold
How I miss the sun and its warmth
But I'll never see it again
I could never be home again.
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