Let It Burn
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It burns, that strange inner fire that is so often banked by time and health and circumstance. It burns, feeding on the remnants of a tattered, dying soul that even now struggles to be reborn in phoenix fire. It burns, searing away my doubts, my worries, my fears... all that remains is the flame.
This is how life should feel all the time.
This is why I bother.
This is what I crave.
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