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I stand at the edge between fire and life. I'm forced to watch as the fire consumes what little is left. I'm forced to sit and watch as others add to this fire. While those same people expect me to put it out. Thankfully I'm not alone. But even with all our buckets we barely keep it at bay. Maybe more people will help when their homes are blown away. For now though I settle with these few and do our best to keep the fire away.
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
When People Ask What I do.
I stand at the edge between fire and life. I'm forced to watch as the fire consumes what little is left. I'm forced to sit and watch as others add to this fire. While those same people expect me to put it out. Thankfully I'm not alone. But even with all our buckets we barely keep it at bay. Maybe more people will help when their homes are blown away. For now though I settle with these few and do our best to keep the fire away.
BeatentoLife
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
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