A passionate flame.
To the stars.
The moon.
The sea.
Everything in between.
Trapped in a loop.
Pain.
Twisting in a thousand knots.
Lashing out in sorrow.
It burns.
Eating at the skin.
Melting away.
The flame can't escape.
The flame dissipates.
Burning away at the seams.
The flame withers away.
To never be seen again.
No matter how much the flame screamed.
The flame wasn't heard.
The flame never had room to breathe.
Nobody to hear it's screams.
The flame burns out.
Only leaving the heat it once had.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC
A passionate flame.
To the stars.
The moon.
The sea.
Everything in between.
Trapped in a loop.
Pain.
Twisting in a thousand knots.
Lashing out in sorrow.
It burns.
Eating at the skin.
Melting away.
The flame can't escape.
The flame dissipates.
Burning away at the seams.
The flame withers away.
To never be seen again.
No matter how much the flame screamed.
The flame wasn't heard.
The flame never had room to breathe.
Nobody to hear it's screams.
The flame burns out.
Only leaving the heat it once had.
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