Ranunculus
The fire is out of control. It hurts. It burns too bright sometimes and it hurts. I can feel myself searing and myself being scorched as so many of my regrets and so much pain keep fueling my fire. I can’t control it, no one can, and in the end I’m going to burn. The light and my most reliable source of comfort and support is going to be the death of me. My downfall will be the thing I’ve trusted the most. The light of me will be the death of me.
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The Colouring Book
FantasiaThis is a book of my emotions as colours. I'll add some as time goes on, maybe. This is mostly just to get my thoughts and feelings out but i thought I'd make it available for everyone in hopes of bringing people enjoyment.
