Smoke. Smoke filling my lungs, blinding my from all things in friont of me.
Burning. A burning itch on my skin, inside my stomach, its driving me mad, insane.
Its in my dreams, nightmares, wildest fantasies, most horrific fears and everything inbetween.
The smoke consumes my life but thats only the smoke
The Fire is the worst part.
Its uncontrollable or rather it controls me.
Every move i make its to suite it, and its gonna drive me to the edge.
But theres something thrilling about this fire.
Its mine, so why not let it burn a while.
Besides its part of who i am
-S.M.
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Dear Diary
PoetryA diary for my characters from various stories, only signed with intials
