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who would choose the fate of fire
the apathy of plunge
blade for blood
in the face of death
some of us shine
brighter
as if destruction was our calling
in life
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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January 20, 2012 in About burning, Depression: mild, Dual Meanings, Poem | Tags: death, feeling pretty, lemmings, life, personal calling, phoenix, suicide | 2 comments
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