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"Flamework"
Paid for mistakes All day for a month. The flames of the Hell So intense for so long. No icy relief. Just tears from my eyes. I keep at it. Fighting. Screaming. Shaking. In an instant they're gone And I realize I'm me. Once again And forever I'm me.
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