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Burning Flare

As I’m lost in a world of my own,

Somewhere far far away,

Where happy endings belong,

I see a flare coming right at me,

It’s flying at million miles an hour,

So it’s impossible to not get hit.

It strikes me and I don’t scream,

Because it feels nothing at first.

But, as seconds pass,

My skin burns up,

Each cell is on fire,

Lighting up the next one to it,

And soon I’m burning,

With something I don’t understand,

For something I don’t know,

But something does feel right,

In everything wrong that is happening.


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