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Kissing fire
The Dime
Idiot man. I have grown. I do not cry at everything anymore. I do not retreat at the most sideways of sharp comments. I am not a mere child any longer. I am perfectly capable, willing and enthralled with rage. You didn't have to be afraid of me losing my voice. It's ready. My rage is not one to explode. But never for a second doubt its heat.

I don't want to be healed. I want to stay raw. I want to smolder.