Today, I just don't feel quite like myself.
What happens when flames turns to dust? What do you expect from that pile of useless matter - a bloody phoenix? In reality you just sweep them all away under the carpet. Is that the destiny of a flame - to turn to dust? Is there anything out there that could last forever?
As the flame turns feeble sometimes it's best to just extinguish it. Perhaps then, at least some of it remains.
I've stooped so low. I'm as vulnerable as I can get. Why is it so hard for you to do that for me too?
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