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this Light in the mirror, its sheen glows with each day brighter and brighter, more flourescent whith each glance, it never fades it never goes away that Vermilion lights source, a gleam in a battered furnace of ashes and coal. Broken only once by the fires wrath to be reinstated in its death to glow only more brightly than it ever did. Burning with utter briliance yet askewed to its own reason, why am i still so familiar to this place? i have been here before once in a dream comprised of mere shrewdness nothing to repeat to a madman, he would surely killl me he thought it mad to be mad at this dream, isnt that mad in its self??? has my flame died, but only left its scortch marks into the earth? Does it want to stay at feel the burn, sniff the ash in hte air, to see its ruin and see this happen AHA it HAS! its sees the forest and its liveieness shrowded in its gleeful illusions of loVe and Happieness and wishes to feel life again but AGAIN its askEWD TO ITS MOTHERFUCKIN REASON FOR BEING THERE!!!!!it DESPISES all ov them it doesnt want any more ov it! but its there, its still there, the dead and living, for how does one destroy ashes? IT CANT FUCKER! (u try it, u just see, see like our old friend mr fire flie here *squish*) a forest can be burned down, but its ashes remain, only to fertilize the marked and teared soil to begin anew altogether (out with tah ole', in wit da new nigga ooooh WARD!) HISTORY REPEATS! those who see this know what i mean...ack is there any forest left?, i wanna twig, none for the madmen as it seems. Not a twig to block the burnt air and the smoggy dirt from my mind, to cleanse the scorth marks from my mind...but even so, a twig will clean my mind but not my eyes, its all there i cant avoid it, everywhere i step, another broken somthing, a bone, a mind, a heart, anything left vulnerable to happiness thats now dead as with (the afor mentioned internal organ)....