Saw the picture the other day and I was thinking like,

who I really wasn't hard times though.

And like, you can't get that but hole.

I believe that for every season, there's a time to throw away and a time to keep.

A time that we lose and a time that we seek.

And there's a time for silence by time to speak.

And I think it's time I remind everyone who the hell I am.

The extent for my enjoyment of the sun merely exists

because of my confinement in a dreadful code.

Do you know what it's like to truly have to survive? Have you been

left for dead in the hollow frozen over woods? No one around, just emptiness. Left to

fight or die.

Do you know what it feels like when the cold one smacks you in the face, the burn of your

lightning, and stiffening, paralyze through every spot.

To know that to eat you must kill

knowing that you won't make it to the next day if you close your eyes for too long because I do I know what it's like I do

I know what it's like to run with the wolves

But just because I can command a pack

doesn't mean I won't kill them to save myself.

That's who I am.

Fight or flight, kill or be killed, and I am the ice cold killer. The ice cold killer the

gymnast assassin Lady Frost joins us for a cultaholic. How you doing

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