There's no fire, but nobody said it couldn't burn from the inside;
I was the only one
Writhing in the
EmbersYou wouldn't understand,
You were just a friend
Who left me in the
Cinders//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
Cinders
There's no fire, but nobody said it couldn't burn from the inside;
I was the only one
Writhing in the
EmbersYou wouldn't understand,
You were just a friend
Who left me in the
Cinders//k.u.