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Cold?

Blood pounding,
Nightmares flash,
Trapped,
In a cocoon of silence

Slathered in cold,
Wet water,
That extinguished my fears,
But lead to a substantial amount of
Pain,
Pain as intense as a drum
Playing a new beat for my heart to follow,
But,
Slowly,
My body rejuvenates,
My blood returning to my extremities,
My temperature neutralizing

A faint voice speaks,
'Welcome back to the living.'

With my senses awakened,
'You call this living? '

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great ending to an intersting piece...good work