Escaping the Fire
Are changes good? Maybe they are but a scar always remains.
Your face weighs down my memories
it feels like a ton of fright
every time I close my eyes
in this desert-like lucky plane
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You might come again into my life
I just hope it’s not today
With fire burning in my mind
I don’t know where I’ve been
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The smoke covers the windows
and I hear cries from the other side
while I won’t bother to move
whenever change comes around
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Content with the never ending me
I’m just a man that always escapes
towards nothing that fills me with void
while burned from always escaping the fire
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By Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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