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Sores form in my throat

I’m dying on this cold winter day

Lungs burn as the icy air enters my body

I’m not going to make it

Blisters growing on my hands

Fever takes me over

Both burning hot and freezing cold

Coughing up blood

Mental anguish

I reflect on my loved ones

Everything I will miss

To never see her grow up

This is worst pain I have ever felt

Oh what I’d give for more time

Can I fight?

Can I survive?

Will winter win again?

Who’s next to die?

God!

Why hath you brought this illness upon me?

Why hath you brought this winter upon us?

God why?

I’m not going to make it