I have this itch in my finger tips that won't stop until I hear that click from a bic. Things that are hidden will come to light and no longer be dark. I get a surge of high when I feel that heat upon my skin and soothes my soul. No longer will I be numb to this world of hatred. Left on the outside I have a sense of belonging to a secret society that is forgotten. We will rise above.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Fire starter
I have this itch in my finger tips that won't stop until I hear that click from a bic. Things that are hidden will come to light and no longer be dark. I get a surge of high when I feel that heat upon my skin and soothes my soul. No longer will I be numb to this world of hatred. Left on the outside I have a sense of belonging to a secret society that is forgotten. We will rise above.
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