There was fire in her soul,
And she wanted to burn so badly,
To wreck herself, to let all the demons free,
To become the evil, to do the arsonist deed,
Forget her humanity,
Feelings, they make her weak,
Emotions should be out of the frame,
Physical touch was in the game,
Destroy the present she,
To be internally free.
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PoetryThe Search for happiness can only be find When you fight the ashen days and leave it behind Find the light thy need Take the strength to feed Your core with happiness And sadness beneath To hold your hand and breathe Life. Poems about self discov...
