I thought I felt a spark.

Instead, I had a fire in my head. My mind began to melt. I didn't know what to do.
The burning inside of me was so much, it made me blind.
All I could do was keep going.
All I wanted to do was lay my head down. Lay my head on the table and let it smolder. Let it die. Let it turn to ash.
But I had to keep going.
And promised to.
But my promises can be lies in overpriced Martha Stewart suggested gift-wrap. Promising sounding promises.
So, should I keep going?
Or give in and let the fire die?

Die, fire, die.

Hej hej,

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