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Ongoing, First published Apr 27, 2016
When the fire inside you
Turns against its owner 
And burns you like hell. 
Don't forget that your its creater 
And that even though ritght now you don't feel like you're in control. 
You can choose to be. 

So instead of letting her destroy you, 
Use it as your shield, as your power 
And treasure it since it is and will always be a part of you. 
A dangerous, deadly but warm and essential part of you. 

And when the fire inside you 
Dies and you can't see no light to lead you, 
Remember that you've created her once before, you can do it again. 

And when you realise, 
The fire inside you 
Is nothing more than you, 
I hope you'll realise that you're much stronger than you've ever thought. 

~Cintia Kinda
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