The summation of my feelings in this isolation of bitter cold games is far worse then the ice of snow that seems to fall all around. The inclination of the memorization of your dedication was far to mute for me to understand this consumation of imagination. An unbearable trait we severe this fate of agonization for what once was felt was simply an improvization. The games we play were mere inclinations to the domination of the love sensation. We can never be this dream, we see this fear, we smile this cause, because we love this examination to our hearts dedication. The immobilization of seperation is a contradiction to this provication we seriously need help for our mental isolation to the feelings of loves complications. so to this infiltration to your complication be weary of my isolation to your provication of loves humilation. I rather save my suffocation for a deserving motivation to seize or portray my justification of Loves humiliation.
-Your beautifulmistakes imagination-
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