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Current mood:  relaxed Category: Writing and Poetry
I am brilliant
but broken.
The fire in my heart
dies more every day
bringing cold and darkness
to my eyes.
The worry devours me,
yet I do not bleed
or heal.
Then a warm red smoke
slowly circles me,
fanning the flames
into a blaze.
I am brave and brilliant
but not broken anymore.
10:48 PM
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