The fire that died down
In desperate need of warmth and comfort, I searched out for a fire, a flame when I finally found one I thought it gave me everything I needed, but it was the fumes that kept me from seeing how it was, toxic, It made me change in ways I didn't know were possible, it made me toxic as well. But all things came to an end, the fire died out. I had to begin my search all over again, except this time, I would have to find the perfect flame.
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𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈
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