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Nothing to give but my heart
And my garbage.
Nothing to show but my will
Which never save me. Nothing to feel but the quiet of the doom that awaits me.
Fire they say means danger.
But nothing compares to the things I'm willing to do.
For if you bring fire I bring lava.
What a disastrous ending thy will have.
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PoetryI blocked them, I swear I did. My emotions are not toys kids buy to fulfill their new, short , lived obsession. I am not only good until boredom shows up to your door step again. If I must remind you I am human just like you; being used makes...
