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Apr 2019
i am ignited,
flames of fear lapping at my feet.
i try to cry out, to ask for help
but ash fills my mouth.
bitter,
much like my regard for myself.
mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
lynn
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     ---, Zelia Valdez, Heather and solfang
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