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Here I am; the asphalt covering what is left of my withered self expression. Here I am; with nothing but a package of what small personality I did salvage. Here I am; awaiting the exile to the inner circle. Here I am; wishfully knowing what is next to come. Here I will be; a foreigner to  self controlled emotions. Here I will be; sent into the burning throat that we call trend. Here I will be; a roller-coaster supervisor, but never a rider. Here I will be; shamelessly placid. There I was; entrenched in my own beliefs. There I was; guiltily independent. There I was; unique to the tiniest hair on my body. There I was; never questioning who I was. then came the fire the sweet flames clawed ripped to shreds they traveled deep with in the vault I called my spirit they licked at each crumbling memory of me that would set me apart their tongues ablaze and thirsting angrily for each asset that made me different they drooled lullabies they sweated sanctuary they left as if it was nothing but a dream the fire was gone. Now Here I Am.
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Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
Sweet Honey Lipped Fire
Here I am; the asphalt covering what is left of my withered self expression. Here I am; with nothing but a package of what small personality I did salvage. Here I am; awaiting the exile to the inner circle. Here I am; wishfully knowing what is next to come. Here I will be; a foreigner to  self controlled emotions. Here I will be; sent into the burning throat that we call trend. Here I will be; a roller-coaster supervisor, but never a rider. Here I will be; shamelessly placid. There I was; entrenched in my own beliefs. There I was; guiltily independent. There I was; unique to the tiniest hair on my body. There I was; never questioning who I was. then came the fire the sweet flames clawed ripped to shreds they traveled deep with in the vault I called my spirit they licked at each crumbling memory of me that would set me apart their tongues ablaze and thirsting angrily for each asset that made me different they drooled lullabies they sweated sanctuary they left as if it was nothing but a dream the fire was gone. Now Here I Am.
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Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
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