Old man winter is back.

My most unwelcome guest.

His icy fingers scrap along my once warm flesh,

Opening wounds and making me bleed despair.

His cold breath reeks, heavy and ugly, chilling me to the bone.

If this uninvited guest is staying, I’m leaving!

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