Pain flows like a river
Coolness of it makes me quiver
Heat feels nice
Fire, it can entice
Fire can burn, but also relieve
Soon, it takes over, and you leave
Ow, it burns
My hands turn
Fire spirals to the smoke detector
Stops me from becoming a specter
A ghost of a sort, what I see
Ghosts, they talk to me
Soon, I feel crazy
Hiding it, I act lazy
Soon, I feel insane
There's too much pain...
It's a bit of an odd poem. Can you figure out what I mean? (Hint: Something sad)
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MySelf
RandomStuff that worries me, sorry if you guys don't like or want me doing this...
