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I was a fire, burning, crackling, bursting. Many have tried to effuse my vitriolic flames. But I was too strong, too powerful for their deterrents. I could've take on anything everything. I'd burn, scar people, just so that they'd remember who I am. Strong, independent, ultimate, indestructable. But then, in a moment of weakness, I was extinguished into nothing but a pile of ashes. A stolen soul. A broken heart. And all it took was a missive. It was then that I realized, I'm not the fire. The true bearer of this flame. The fire was from the one person that I respected that I trusted that I loved. They fueled me. And they were the one that killed me, that left me dry with just the words "Good-bye."
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
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I was a fire, burning, crackling, bursting. Many have tried to effuse my vitriolic flames. But I was too strong, too powerful for their deterrents. I could've take on anything everything. I'd burn, scar people, just so that they'd remember who I am. Strong, independent, ultimate, indestructable. But then, in a moment of weakness, I was extinguished into nothing but a pile of ashes. A stolen soul. A broken heart. And all it took was a missive. It was then that I realized, I'm not the fire. The true bearer of this flame. The fire was from the one person that I respected that I trusted that I loved. They fueled me. And they were the one that killed me, that left me dry with just the words "Good-bye."
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
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