Sometimes I think I'll just burn right up. Sometimes I fear my fire will go out. Sometimes I think I could light up the darkest night with the blaze in my brain that makes me want to stick my face underwater and scream til every molecule of oxygen in my body is expended and there's nothing to feed it anymore.
I'll just be a bit of swamp gas belched up from the bottom of the mud pit. A momentary stench and then forgotten.
I'll just be a bit of swamp gas belched up from the bottom of the mud pit. A momentary stench and then forgotten.
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