With every high there is a low. there it was a fire burning distinctly in the dark. Even as I am far away, it still burns weakly in the darkness. My inspiration is there, so far from reality. in this default world. but i have tasted utopia, and I cannot erase the feelings, the emotions, the visions. My mind has seen the possibilities, the different worlds. so I continue to nurse the flame, the flame that haunts me, that burns so i know I'm alive.
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