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Hypothermia

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Everything froze.
Everything is freezing to me.
Everything is a cold statue.
Everything is the Statue of Liberty.

We are still cold.
We don't have anything to warm.
We will be stuck here forever.
We...my team.

Our imagination cannot move.
Our imagination can only stare.
Our imagination cannot look away.
Our imagination is waiting for the thaw.

I can not find happiness.
I can not find an excuse.
I can not find anything to blame.
I have to only blame myself.

Because our game had lag.
The complex mystery of coldness.

*The Tales of Everyday*
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