Burning, everything burns. Everywhere I look the fire seems to be consuming my entire existence. My home, my family, my life. Until all that is left is the sheer memory of all that I had once called mine.
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I never thought it would end like this.
I always thought I had a home.
I always thought I had a family,
but as it turns out, my past is darker than the lies they told me and the truth they kept from me.