Aftermath

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Aftermath

 

The fire is

hot.

 

 

It burns way deep down in

your soul.

 

 

It sits there searing away inside you,  

until you feel charred.

 

 

Even after you feel charred it keeps sizzling away,  

until you feel like you will never be whole again.

 

 

It will keep sizzling,

until you’re not sure whether you want to be whole again.

 

 

That’s when the pain begins fading,

slowly.

 

 

Too slowly,  

you can still feel the burn.

 

 

You will always feel the burn,

that’s the aftermath of it all.

 

And if you can’t handle the aftermath,

well you better not play with fire.                                   

                               

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