I live in a house where the fire is
Always burning, but I cannot escape –
It’s like I’m immune to it; it has
Taken over my mind, consuming all
The simple things which I thought I enjoyed…
I am a phoenix, except that I won’t
Be reborn from the ashes when they take
My soul, my words my freedom and every
Little thing that kept me going, kept me
From losing myself, losing the person I
Had strived to become, had worked so hard for;
It’s all gone, disappeared, destroyed and
I’m stuck in a house where the fire is
Burning: the roof collapsed before my eyes.
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