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I could probably spend my eternity in solitude. Possibly, pass the days by myself, alone with my thoughts. But the pondering emotions swirling in tempestuous currents within me will linger, as they do now.
It takes days like this, when the air is still and crisp from the sun, for my heart and mind to conclude my clandestine perplexity: The confining walls within which I trap myself are too big to wrap around myself just as your blue flannel hugs; But only one of the two feels like home.
So why do I stay, hold myself hostage inside a house on fire? There's smoke in my lungs, flames on my back, sweat trickling down. Blood runs only so deep.
I burned myself trying to put out a fire I didn't start; I thought I did - guilty conscience of mine. "Did they really label me a witch or did I get that wrong?" I hold on to the benefit of the doubt like I should hold on to you. But when they keep throwing unlit matches at you, what do you light them to burn?
