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Sep 2013
The air is thick
black with smoke
poisoning my lungs
and it's all my fault.

I lit the match
and fueled the fire
for my own selfish thoughts
I am helpless now
moments after it's all burnt down

my lesson--
putting ice on a burn
hurts less than dying of the pain
Liv
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Liv  NY
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