Fighting. Fighting to go out of the frost, the coldness, of the kingdom of ice.
Once again.
As if it was not enough having done it another time before.
As if it hadn't been hard to do it then.
All the effort, in vain.
All the hard work, for nothing.
All in all, useless.
Searching the way out, the right way,
because I promise that next time,
I'll reach my aim.
At least, one of them.
Promised.
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