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She holds her hand over the flame,                                                           ­     
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 trying to tolerate the pain                                                             ­                         
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behind her someone calls her name,                                                            ­        
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in their attempt to make her refrain                                                          ­          
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She blinks back her hot tears,                                                           ­         
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 that she's held back for a thousand years                                                          
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but it isn't the pain she fears                                                            ­                
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 and not from the voice she hears                                                            ­        
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In her mind she is not there,                                                           ­                   
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she's taken herself to somewhere,                                                       ­               
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  that she can escape & not care                                                             ­             
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from the reality she cannot bear                                                             ­           
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  running fast, she's broken free                                                             ­         
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  of all those painful memories                                                         ­             
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like a horse out of the gate                                                             ­                     
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she runs from her growing fate                                                             ­           
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as a child, she was abused                                                           ­                   
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as a teen, she was confused                                                         ­                   
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a little girl who was used                                                             ­                     
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helped all that anger to fuse                                                             ­         
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into the girl whose name                                                             ­             
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  is being called again & again                                                            ­                                    
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so many people are to blame                                                            ­    
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for hurting the girl who seeks the flame
When I write, I draw inspiration from the world around me.

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