The fire that burns within the deepest realms of my soul is hard to bear. The heat seeps into my essense with unrelenting fury. The smell of my mind lingers within my nostrils. The flames reach high into the sky consuming the world around it. Blinded by the never ending wall of orange and red I have come to realize that I love this feeling. My soul longs for it. The flames are my will, my drive. The world is the thing that plagues my soul with unbearable anguish. Let this fire, these flames consume this world. It'll be all the better for me when this place is reduced to ashes.
Reason for writing:
A deeper look within my own soul reveals to me that I have to overcome everything.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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