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The house was burning. Not literally of course, But every word spoken was a spark that never quite faded out. Every action taken just added more charcoal Until the smoke filled my lungs And I couldn't breathe. The house was burning. There was no safe place for me. Every emotion was used as lighter fluid As each day the fire became brighter, louder I can still taste the ashes, dry as the desert sand The house was burning. And I was the one with the water I was always the one to make sure it never burned for long I drowned in the water as I tried to put the fires out So lay me to rest alongside this burning house, Lay me in the ashes and smoke that now feel like home
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
Burning House
The house was burning. Not literally of course, But every word spoken was a spark that never quite faded out. Every action taken just added more charcoal Until the smoke filled my lungs And I couldn't breathe. The house was burning. There was no safe place for me. Every emotion was used as lighter fluid As each day the fire became brighter, louder I can still taste the ashes, dry as the desert sand The house was burning. And I was the one with the water I was always the one to make sure it never burned for long I drowned in the water as I tried to put the fires out So lay me to rest alongside this burning house, Lay me in the ashes and smoke that now feel like home
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
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