every time you let yourself believe in something, it goes wrong.
after all you just lie on the bed with your smile completely torn.
how many times you tried to break this circle, you never will.
don't smile, don't trust and especially don't feel.
go back to glittering ice, cosy snow and singing winds,
back to being this notorious snow queen
who cannot be easily conquered or hurt or sold.
even though before - I remember - you had a soul.
not any more after all these times that you have been fooled.
but winter has come, look around,it's totally beautiful.
nov 17
snow queen
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