These Flames of Mine

I wanted them to burn. But I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't walk up to them and scream for them to explain it all or to burn them myself. If I did anything, I would be thrown in jail. Not them though, they would still sit in their homes as always. Without flinching, without worries. Yes, they would have gotten away with burning. And yes, they already have.





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