"It hurts."
"Stop."
"Please."
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I wake up, gasping.
'Just a nightmare.'
The past is past.
'It was just a nightmare'
But, yet,
'Nothing to be afraid of'
I can't seem to let go.
'Nothing..."
It hurts.
It's painful.
I want to forget.
Why can't I forget?
'...to be afraid of'
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Fire
RandomInsane, inside, outside. Danger gets me high. Sorry, got secrets I can't tell. Love the smell of gasoline. Got matches to taste the heat. Fire. I've always liked to play with fire.
