there are certain people who light up your world with their darkness.
they've been burned.
not once, not twice, no
they've walked on fire a hundred times,
the flames are still lingering in the back of their neck,
and the corner of their eyes.
but see, they are an australian desert plant
they need fire to blossom
they need to be destroyed until they've completely turned to ashes, so they can grow taller than they've ever been.
they're hurting, but deep down
they know.
and when they recover from their personal storm,
the bullet holes in their body are exploding like little volcanos, spitting out unconditional love
and they tell tales with the eyes of a firecracker to let the cracks of their soul burn
And the second you look into these eyes
you know
they are dancing in a different kind of hell
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