There's a fire in me. It's always burning. I thought it was nigh extinguishable but it seem that the fire is all but embers now. Dying fast like Ice water dumbed on a roaring Campfire. The fire is going faster the I can stroke it. I don't know how much longer I can tend to the embers before even I give up on trying to make it a fire again.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryRandom poems about my feelings. Any images used i do not own unless I specified it as my own. I'm sorry if it sucks im a first time writer any renditions are accepted and constructive criticism or if you ever need to talk my door is always open just...
