What a winter day, so lively and festive, children running around in the snow and pointing out into the big blue sky, just waiting to see if they can see Santa Claus riding in his winter sled. My cheeks are scarlet red from the chill and morning, and I can see my breath floating into the air, and my eyebrows are frosted with water droplets and my hair is sickly wet, but even with the discomfortness, I still stare at the children in amazement. They are so innocent and stupid and don't understand the horrors that the world gives; They just don't care. As they laugh and cheer together, I hear their mother call to them in the distance, the children understand and race into the house; the street is now silent, and I can hear my heart beating through my chest. A sense of loniless fills my heart and I start to fold myself in the ball, I can feel the frigidness travel into my lungs, the water on my eyebrows start to freeze. Im shivering so much, I can't feel my hands and legs anymore. I look up to see if the children are playing again, but the house is not there anymore. Its now a pile of rotten wood and stone.

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