This chapter is dedicated to a wonderful reader and friend who has actually kept me with comments and votes. Hit it together for shanineen. I appreciate you a lot.
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PoetryIt's like a fire a growing flame, going higher. It is building up, an uncontrollable wild fire. It is consuming, choking, I can't breath. I've got to let it out someway, somehow, I've got to relieve this weight, I've just got to let go.
