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when the first fire started to die, man did not know how to save it. if they touched it it burned them, so it's heat and it's light faded away. i feel the way that dying flame felt: helpless, flickering out of existence those around powerless to save me without being burned.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
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when the first fire started to die, man did not know how to save it. if they touched it it burned them, so it's heat and it's light faded away. i feel the way that dying flame felt: helpless, flickering out of existence those around powerless to save me without being burned.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
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