I can feel the flames, low, smoldering, dancing waves of heat below; I can feel them grow more intense, warmer until they’re almost unbearably hot. The flames are rising, and I can almost taste the heat, so thick and pure. I can feel it. Can you feel it?
I say it so often, to never give up and to never give in. It’s so easy to do. To give up, to give in and to let the flames die, without feeding them, let them starve… futility.
Too many times I read things that are hurtful, painful and faithless.
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