now i'm just being dramatic...

[evettelangford]

Choking on the smoke from the fires I've lit, the smell of kerosene and lust upon me, I turn away, not wanting to watch, but can still hear the crackling and the screaming as the flames consume each atom of memory and experience, one by one. From destruction comes renewal, but is that a possible hope? I stand, still in shock, my back to the ruin I

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[karmakat]

*hugs*