we are the people who walk through fire. we are separate in this uniting. surpassing the madness of the flame to be separate in our uniting. i have walked through the fire only to arrive in a land that is cold. my land is cold, my land is empty.
my house is mess (is this some sort of strange metaphor?). i get severely disturbed when this happens...it's not like i am a slovenly gal, i just have no time as of late
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