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I must of been born to become a firefighter, because I'm drawn to flame. Put a spark in my eye a burn in my touch, and I'll fight it 'til I die. I know it's not good for me it darkens my soul strengthens my mind eliminates emotions- leaves me cold but I'm an addict who can't say no. I need the flames, the fire, the raw burning desire. I must of been born to be a firefighter I've never been much good at boring- the same. I could never have worked at a desk. because I look at love like a test. You give me flame I'll fight 'til death.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
FireFighter
I must of been born to become a firefighter, because I'm drawn to flame. Put a spark in my eye a burn in my touch, and I'll fight it 'til I die. I know it's not good for me it darkens my soul strengthens my mind eliminates emotions- leaves me cold but I'm an addict who can't say no. I need the flames, the fire, the raw burning desire. I must of been born to be a firefighter I've never been much good at boring- the same. I could never have worked at a desk. because I look at love like a test. You give me flame I'll fight 'til death.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
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