burn me the scorn in your voice is enough for me to know why you did it I know you'll always do it burn me that is there has never been a moment when the fire doesn't scorch my bruised and battered heart the incandescant lack of feeling in a torch

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Bubble, the intoxicating liquid that spills off the wand in an effervescent attempt to regain the childhood cruelly lost to the destructive force called life the life that I thought to extend to eternity but no it slips away like the bubble against that blade of grass

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solo flying alone my brother in all his indefinate wisdom of a teenage soul that refuses to give up flying solo his name written across the skies in the fiery letters of his demise waiting always waiting for the soul that he lost.

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