Drabble - Playing with Fire

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Playing with fire

Burnt fingers keep on reaching, even with the flame so near.  Wanting, grasping, broken, bleeding; you'd think they'd learn by now. Bite them off, they’ll keep trying. Caught up in the myth of someday.

Hope’s a fool's dream, a delusion of grandeur. Many are the faceless masses. Someone’s got to flip those burgers.

Betrayed by childhood; wide-eyed and hungry, ravenously believing. Hardwired desires; desperately seeking goals out of reach. Trying to be everything you were told you could be.  

On you struggle, ever failing. What's the point? They'll mock this too. Give it up, dreams are for the chosen few.

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