conflagration

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A year in my life, Filled with struggles and strife. And no lyrical incantation, To properly exaplain my situation. So I'll say with a fife, There is boredom in my life.
She remembered the noise, the omnipresent voice Of her conscience in her head She remembered the dark, but not how it’d start The conflagration that left her for dead
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