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Her skin is on fire,
Scolding when touched.
Her hands,
They are as cold as ice.
The cold it creeps up,
Slowly engulfing all of her.
No one can figure out what's wrong with her,
But she knows for certain.
She's dead inside,
Nothing can change this.
Not fire,
Not love,
Death is the only escape,
But she won't take that road
She doesn't want the cheap way out
She will do all it takes to make it in life,
She just needs you to help him