I've given in to the fire,
and I've got the proof.
Dare to ask where?
You'd wish you hadn't.
When you've got nothing to live for,
the fire calls to you.
Promising happiness and escape,
you'll eventually give into her.
And when you can't stop
you'll wish you never started.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
