27.1.06

The blazing fire hurts my skin, yet I chose to stay close, feel the warmth, to prove to myself that I am indeed alive. The scorching heat against my sensitive skin reminds me that I am but human, invulnerable. The coldness that left me is now replaced by such a feeling that I am craving. I reached out towards the fire attempting to hold that which is intangible, even smelling the hairs in my hand being smouldered by the fire. Ignoring the pain, I tried to punish myself for the innumerable wrongs I have inflicted to myself and against others. I tried to transfer the pain I bore all these years, which my weary and pained heart has suffered, to my human flesh. If only all the scars within would surface so I could be able to at least let medicine remove any traces. Yet, I remain powerless as time alone could heal my wounds. How can a broken heart beat properly? How can a weary soul carry any more troubles? How can a hopeless mind face tomorrow?

Me
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Stop. This is me.

Likes
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Places To Go
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bombastic harangue
daily snippets of life

Many Thanks
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