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Jul 2016
you tell me
you'd rather leave
than smell the smoke that lingers on my skin

you tell me
that i can't be happy
when all i have is nicotine and halfhearted lies

you tell me
not to play with fire
because i might burn myself to the ground

but what you don't realize
is i am a wildfire
and i want
to burn
((out))
inspired partially by Alaska Young
Birdcaller
Written by
Birdcaller  25/Genderqueer/Finding Home
(25/Genderqueer/Finding Home)   
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