“I was writhing on the floor ,groping the earth beneath me in an attempt to soothe the fire.
The world around me impervious to my cries, my pleas for mercy-
I was left to burn alive .
I grovelled in the shadows of the world till my fire died out .My will to live was fractured and my motivation sprained.
Now I look around as the fire crawls, licking the paint off the walls .”
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