Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
I don__ want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I__l be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it__ possible to be. I__ growing and I don__ know how to grow. I__ living but I haven__ started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Sometimes it__ like I__ not here in the world at all and I simply don__ exist. Sometimes I can hardly think. My head just drifts, and the visions that come seem so vivid.
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I don__ want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I__l be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it__ possible to be. I__ growing and I don__ know how to grow. I__ living but I haven__ started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Sometimes it__ like I__ not here in the world at all and I simply don__ exist. Sometimes I can hardly think. My head just drifts, and the visions that come seem so vivid.
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