"The city is on fire," he said, "and I want to touch the flame."
"Can't you feel the energy?" He asked. "Can't you feel the way the hearts beat? Hear the footsteps of people with no where to go?"
"Don't you see?" He whispered. "This city is in fire and nobody gets out alive."
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PuisiSomething I had to write in order to feel again.
