Memories of the Lost
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Fire....
All that I can see is that orangish-redish flame that I have come to hate and fear the most.
It took everything away from me, and gave me a dark side that I utterly despise.
Yet, even through the bad times. The memories of those I lost keep me alive one day at a time....
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