Which lines should I take out of my poem (specifically the second stanza I think went...

...on too far)? An icy chill hits me like adrenaline.
But all you see is an occasional twitch in a web of complacency.
You laugh inside about what you need so you're conquered by sympathy.
You think you want to share your coat to me
because you're not cold
because the world showed you better than to grow up to be like me

What's a snowman without a story?
Why would I be dishonest?
The builder of the snowman isn't cold, instead the builder is a snow-people creator -
Some dark spell's lesser angel.
 
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