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Sep 2018
I’ve lit the match
My mind is burning
My arms are yearning
My thoughts are turning
Into things I can’t catch.

I can’t stop the fire
The walls are aflame
I should carry the shame
Only I am to blame
For the red reaching higher.

I’m starting to choke
My mind is too brash
My thoughts turn to ash
My body will crash
I can’t see through the smoke.

I’m only dramatic
There is no fire
The situation isn’t dire
I’ve just tripped over the wire
Pacing through my mind’s attic.
Oliver
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Oliver  20/FTM/lost somewhere
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