The selfish desire of increase

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My heart does not differentiate from a greedy man with the personality of pure avidity

It longs for everything and anything

persistently prompting down my dignity

As it murmurs like a flame burning for more fuel

It wants something as if it has nothing

Anything would do

To fill this void of a vacant lot

Covered in ash as of effect of burning down

It wants to flicker once more

To effortlessly burn with an ember unrestrained

Never running low on kindle

To never ever be pained

All it wants is to no longer undergo the sickening disposition of being unfulfillable

To live like a raging flame with no worry of dejection 

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