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Letting go —  is something I need to practice. Why should I hold on to things that cause me pain. I stand here on fire, seeking no relief, engulfed in blistering agony.. I won’t allow myself to extinguish the flames licking at my skin. In fear that I might be just imaging things. I don’t cry out, I don’t say a word — I watch as my skin melts, beads of moister gathering in the corner of my eyes, Rolling down my cheek, these tears give little alleviation. I walk further into the fire, as proof to myself, This isn’t bad, I’m just being sensitive.
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Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
Turning on the Gaslight.
Letting go —  is something I need to practice. Why should I hold on to things that cause me pain. I stand here on fire, seeking no relief, engulfed in blistering agony.. I won’t allow myself to extinguish the flames licking at my skin. In fear that I might be just imaging things. I don’t cry out, I don’t say a word — I watch as my skin melts, beads of moister gathering in the corner of my eyes, Rolling down my cheek, these tears give little alleviation. I walk further into the fire, as proof to myself, This isn’t bad, I’m just being sensitive.
Idlehvnds
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Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
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