Not because of the monster under my bed or the beast and horrors that troubles me night and day but because of how much power I have given myself over me.
I refuse to let any flame consume my strength, my voice, my heart, anything that will unbalance my sense of security.
It does not matter if you were my over prized and over jeweled crown in the morning, if I smell any smoke from you in the afternoon, my shit will demand more honor than your presence at night.
Do not hate me or blame me for taking that action because of a mere smell of smoke... there are flames still burning around me that refuse to go off, And last I heard, there's no smoke without flames."
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