Some people cut,
Some people hang,
Others hurt others,
All to stop the pain in side of them with another,
Guns are quick
And knifes are sharp,
But I perfer fire,
It burns and flickers,
It is light in Darkness,
It caues such pain,
But gives so much relief,
Fire is my Pain of relief.
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