Personal Hell

They have many things as their own Everything personal in this world, together and indivisual
But my case is new,
I have my own personal hell
I breathe in it, I sustain in it
I fuel the fire, I rekindle the flame
My own burning hell
Licking flames, all wood, all coal
I burn in it, I turn to ash Then comes the hot wind and blows me away
Showing no mercy, it scatters me to bits
I fall through the air right into the fire Not even my ashes are spared So thorough they are Bits are burnt, and burnt to bits Till bits can no longer be bits Still the fire roars, The hell flourishes I die, I burn and no one cares My personal hell it seems has no mercy I dont want pity, I want release I want my inner peace!

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