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Monday, January 17, 2011
So I wrote something for Freiylla today. I thought I might as well post it here too.

The smell of smoke was the first thing she woke up to; thick and heavy smoke that attempted to choke her. Her face twisted in shock as she coughed, trying to get whatever smoke she inhaled back into the surroundings. She quickly got off her bed only to see her room starting to engulf in flames. She screamed, loud and sharp, but no one came to her aid. She stepped back into a corner, the corner that hasn’t been eaten up by flames yet. She looked around her with shifty eyes, terrified. The flames are getting closer. She stared into the red abyss in front of her, hoping to see a way through it, to no avail. The flames are getting closer. She panicked, pulling her blanket from her bed and throwing it towards the bright flames in a foolish attempt to quench the fire. The flames caught onto her blanket like a predator on its prey, ferociously gnawing at the fragile piece of cotton. The flames are getting closer. She immediately let go of the blanket and pushed it away from her with her feet. The flames anxiously held on to her toe, and started burning her feet to bones. She felt tears gush down her cheeks as she gritted her teeth together tighter than she had ever done, her hands reaching for her feet in a desperate, foolish, attempt to put out the fire. The flames eagerly took in the new skin and flesh provided to them and started gobbling away. The flames are getting closer now. She screamed and clawed at the walls of her room hoping to achieve salvation, but no help ever came for her. The only thing that came for her was the huge, bright, burning flames that gradually engulfed her. Soon, there was nothing but bones left. Bones of a certain someone who existed. Bones of a certain someone that didn’t matter to the world.

4:12 PM
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011
There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me.
1:45 PM
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