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Embers in my hair, black dust getting to my lungs. Red, yellow, purple, blue fire in front of me, behind me, beside me. Above and below me. Within me.
This is not my place.
The smile I wear is fake.
Constantly fighting to escape your
embrace,
The proof of my struggles remains on
my face.
Through tears in the dark I turn over
to see-
A stranger, a monster, lying next to me