a burning rage. a fire.
consuming.
destroying.
i woke up happy
but now i'm burning.
my hands are sweating
my blood is boiling.
hot beneath my skin.
i made the mistake
of carrying you're scent on my clothes
and now you're following me
all the way back home.
i'm fifteen years old.
i have a gift
and one day i will use it to
change the world.
{8.15.09}
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