Burning in Black

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I still remember that night.
The night where fire danced as if it were a ballerina.
The smoke flew around like a hawk, until it finally spotted it's prey.
I remember the sirens, and the flashing red lights.
I remember the black, and the feeling that I was burning.
I remember the hospital bed, surrounded by my family.
Why can't I remember what our family was like before?





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