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The smoke does not bother me any more than the burning flesh The scars will heal slowly beneath my clothes and I will turn my head the other way should anyone notice the ash on my skin or the limp in my stride because they are the only things you have left to control me and I will heal and I will move on After all, like pain you are only temporary
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
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The smoke does not bother me any more than the burning flesh The scars will heal slowly beneath my clothes and I will turn my head the other way should anyone notice the ash on my skin or the limp in my stride because they are the only things you have left to control me and I will heal and I will move on After all, like pain you are only temporary
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
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