Forget me not, lest you be forgotten. Do not let these words become my poison, my death. Do not let me lie alone night after embittered night. Forget me not. Oh, how I loathe those words!
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What is warmth? Once, it was warm, but not now. Now I am shut out, lost in the cold. What is warmth? I cannot remember. What is love? I cannot feel it. What is warmth? Do you even know?