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There's void in your chest that you can't fill. You can't even say that your heart is frozen because you can still feel everything. How many times you've tried to freeze it, with your hands on your chest, you don't even know anymore. Anna is knocking on your door, she wispers your name and, despite you've learned how to control the temptation to open to her, her voice still enters in your bones like a thousand knifes. She did not knocking on your door for months and you did not even answer to her for years.
Don't listen, Elsa, nobody is out of the door.
