When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death  And when winter is at last over.. .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us  In the dark don't we know  And when we are paralyzed by nightmares  We know what you are.  With our first cries we rail against you.  We see you in every drop of blood in every tear. Martine Leavitt
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It's not that we don't want to be dead, we just can't bear the thought of it. What about when we cry in the night and the tears freeze on our cheeks? Or when we freeze and our hands throb and our legs burn and we can't move for fear of what we see in the dark?

Source: Keturah And Lord Death

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