Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
The sound of my boots echoed in the deep snow in the silence of the night.Once they had been a pretty blue with white stars that glittered when the light hit them but now they were unrecognisable being torn and tattered, completely covered with dirt and mud. I tried to keep them clean but after so much wear and tear there was only so much what one could do. The rest of my attire was in the same state as my boots. Old, torn and dirty. I couldn't afford new clothes anymore, couldn't afford anything really. The old memories started resurfacing as I continued trudging in the snow getting colder and colder by the minute but by now, after so long, the cold didn't bother me as much. I tried to shake them away and tried to focus on something else, anything else but in the end the memories won. They always did in the end.
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