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Dec 2018
I stand,
The fire screaming at me.
I don't move,
I don't want to.
I want to be engulfed by these flames.
These flames of hell.
Yet above me the clouds shine,
The Earth feels soft under my bare feet.
Keeping me grounded.
Yet the serene beauty of the world,
Is taken over by this darkness inside.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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