This poem is called The Flame. Comment and vote, please. :)
The Flame
Every time I hear your name
I run away from the flame
It makes the pain and torture
Which kills my soul
But leaves my body
For mourning and crying
To see it happen again
Except it's not me
Who's whining and crying
Who can't take the pain and the torture
Then they hear my name
They run away
-Rhapsody
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