I'm so icy
I breathe cold and I know it makes you uncomfortable
You like the warmth
It melts away my exterior and we can't have my thick skin melting away
So leave me be in my inertia
As clouds of cold billow from my mouth as I speak
I know that you fear coming near me
Even
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