rolling up my sleeves and cuffs basically as i speak to you cowardice was not an option at least this time and the flaming out dancers are smiling at me i made the announcement and heads began to turn ive jumped from the frying pan and the fire is scorching me it burns and it burns,but it is important that you find out about me before i leave and the fire moves up my body, and my weeping ceases as determination not to burn and fade away sets in, inviting destruction and homophobia and death into my life, and i turn away as the final shots are fired into the bitch's skull and i am burning from the homophobia that is landing on me and then the fire kicks up and with a scream, i am incinerated. and as i fall in shreds to the ground, the last thing i hear is laughter.Birth sign: Aries
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