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Feel the cold, Feel the wind, fingers numb, and toes freezing. Thinking is going on when not even trying. You think of life, love, and fate. Hope, joy, peace, and hate. Believe what you may, but my thoughts are clear, the cold makes us smarter, that's why people ignore me, not by fear, but by my never ending Winter. Fire is purification, fire is purity itself, buring cool like a frozen Sun. I am both, hot and cold, but no matter what, my mood is bold. hot tempered, or thoughtfully cool, all don't understand me, because they experiance, one season at a time, in the year.