Wildfire

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Everytime a part of me grows up, she sets herself on fire-- not a tamed one, a wild one. A fire that howls and screams and curls into a ball at the corner of the room. A wildfire that turns every greenery in sight into grey smoky ashes. A fire that is insane.. that cries in agony as she destroys her kid self.

 Because that kid who dreams of soaring high above the clouds doesn't deserve the cages of the world. 

So she sets her free. 

She throws her in fire. 

And the ashes fly in air. 

She is free. 

Forever. 

Always.

- Kill the boy to be the man

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