I don't like being uncomfortably warm.
Fire dances in front of me,
It brings me envy.
I am not free like the flames are.
The fire leaves red jewels,
After it dies.
Will I?
Now I'm cold.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
