I like fire. I like how it destroys absolutely everything it touches without ever feeling pain itself.
Sometimes I wish fire could burn everything. I imagine fire swirling around and around to clean up the world and give it a new start.
My grandparents burn their garbage, and after the flames dies down, there's nothing left.
I wish it was that easy to burn everything. I wish feelings and pain and hurt could all be destroyed so conveniently. But things aren't ever gone, and the idea of fire loses its attraction when I realized that it can't burn everything it touches.
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ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
