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The Fire Inside Me


Pure like the snow, quiet like the wind

Then a spark grew from deep within

The older the spark, the greater the fire

But she burnt everyone she once had desired

Her eyes grew sad, she had no one to love

Because everyone close had fled to above

Having no one in sight, she strapped herself to a tree

and burnt herself alive so she could be free

 

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Comments (2)

ashnifauth
<p>Thank you :)</p>
chynaleo
This is beautiful

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