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Campfire's flames ignite.
Personal journal in hand,
I toss it away.
The pages burn bright.
Past anxieties shrivel
Into ash, now gone.
Merciless fire eats
The pain withheld for too long
In three mere seconds.
Fire is crass, stern, strong.
If only flames could burn down
The pain in a heart.
About the Creator
Annie
she/her
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