Like a star,
She burned.
She burned,
Not to burn out,
Not to be the brightest.
She burned,
For she loved the heat
And light it brought.
She burned,
For if not,
She would be shrouded
In dark and cold.
It's useless,
To try and stop her.
For she knows the cold
All too well.
So until the bitter end,
She burns.
YOU ARE READING
Shut up and Write
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