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On fire
I spark, I flare
I have roared and danced,
with each passing day my flames fall.
but with each fighting breath my heart burns to jump and race.
Always so slowly my lights seem to dim.
With all these flames I wear, not a one of you have noticed I'm burning.
Maybe we are all on fire too.
Maybe I burn alone.

— The End —