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Fire
16 августа 2026, 08:58
I thought there might be a way,
I'd clinch my first and go away,
Somewhere i won't hear anger,
Be free, flying like an eagle.
But it feels so wrong to me;
I'm self doubt in this fire.
It burns out my dreams and me,
No longer love, but killing whir.