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When I'm alone I am not like an average person
People never satisfy my conversational needs anymore
So I try to look for something to do
But when an inconspicuous object intrigues me
I walk up to it and burn it
But today, it was not ordinary object
My myopic thought process presumed it was a toy
Given to Mother for recognition
But as the blazed absorbed more of the object
It began to burst into something dangerous
Something tackles me
I fall to the floor and scream in pure agony
It jumps from my room, then the house
Oh god, the flame!
The flame is consuming my shirt!
The light is bright! The blaze is rising!
My skin is becoming black
The fact I knew now my whole body was burning
Rolling around didn't even work
My body began to glue to more
Spasmodically, my hand grips my heart
The fire loves me!
Assistance is needed!
The fire loves me a lot!
Assistance!
Assistance!
Assistance!
At evenings end my whole body is scarred
The house is reduced to ashes and forgotten memories
In my torment, all alone
I look towards the light and crawl to it's gate
Knowing my luck, the floor breaks and I fall
Into a cauldron of eternal flame
And I burn again
People never satisfy my conversational needs anymore
So I try to look for something to do
But when an inconspicuous object intrigues me
I walk up to it and burn it
But today, it was not ordinary object
My myopic thought process presumed it was a toy
Given to Mother for recognition
But as the blazed absorbed more of the object
It began to burst into something dangerous
Something tackles me
I fall to the floor and scream in pure agony
It jumps from my room, then the house
Oh god, the flame!
The flame is consuming my shirt!
The light is bright! The blaze is rising!
My skin is becoming black
The fact I knew now my whole body was burning
Rolling around didn't even work
My body began to glue to more
Spasmodically, my hand grips my heart
The fire loves me!
Assistance is needed!
The fire loves me a lot!
Assistance!
Assistance!
Assistance!
At evenings end my whole body is scarred
The house is reduced to ashes and forgotten memories
In my torment, all alone
I look towards the light and crawl to it's gate
Knowing my luck, the floor breaks and I fall
Into a cauldron of eternal flame
And I burn again
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