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i am ignited, flames of fear lapping at my feet. i try to cry out, to ask for help but ash fills my mouth. bitter, much like my regard for myself. mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
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i am ignited, flames of fear lapping at my feet. i try to cry out, to ask for help but ash fills my mouth. bitter, much like my regard for myself. mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
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