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He's the second one I've truly hurt and I realized now that I burn I used to think that maybe it was them but it's really me who when touched charcoals their skin and makes them turn to ash They don't want anything to do with me because I'm not like the others - I'm a light burning hotter than 98.7 and the shades of orange and blue and yellow fill my body so when they ask me to speak all that comes out is fire My words sizzle on their skin and they turn away because no amount of water is going to spark out this flame
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Fire
He's the second one I've truly hurt and I realized now that I burn I used to think that maybe it was them but it's really me who when touched charcoals their skin and makes them turn to ash They don't want anything to do with me because I'm not like the others - I'm a light burning hotter than 98.7 and the shades of orange and blue and yellow fill my body so when they ask me to speak all that comes out is fire My words sizzle on their skin and they turn away because no amount of water is going to spark out this flame
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
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