Fire

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Fire.

I need it.

When its gone,

Chaos erupts from the nothingness inside my head.

Darkness emerges because the fire was keeping it at bay.

Now the fire is gone.

And I cant find something to fend off the thoughts and monsters.

The monsters in my head.

The fire.

It's gone.

But I have found it.

Please. Dont take it from me.

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