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The Fire
Burns to the touch
Cannot be contained
In the cold
The smokes resides
In June and July
10 years 1 day ago
As I write these lines between the lines
Your judging eyes cannot define
What I am trying
My hardest to find
10 years 1 day ago
A weight is on me,
But their is no tears running down my face,
Every night,
I lay in my bed,
10 years 1 day ago
My friends, how do you portray us?
The world says we’re cruel, evil, and rough
10 years 1 day ago