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It started with a house fire


I have been seeing smoke for

 so long I don't know what the sky

looks like

Growing up to three to four

guys never took the pressure out of my eyes

It only took one fire to spray water on to me so

that I can now longer see clearly

Knowing that some burning house

had my mothers seed's in it would

be oh so aching

But with gods grace it was just my

eyes seeing unclearly

My mind has been more open

and my heart has been more adrenaline

to the close feeling to being heart-broken

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