I wasn't kidding when I said I burnt bridges. Because I do, it's the only way I know how to avoid the pain. Often have I been left to burn from it all until nothing remains but ashes of myself, like a man foolishly walking into a furnace. That's how it was, the passion, the pain, the sorrow and impending rage just set me aflame. Even before our goodbyes did I light a torch, and waited until the moment for this bridge to burn. I can't say it was bad, for in it there was much light. But to see that light taken away for someone so undeserving, no I cannot stand for it- I'd sooner crush the light myself. And so the hour has arrived, in it our farewells, watching as the connection is severed and I stand there watching for a time longer. Picking up the gas can I soak myself and set myself aflame...
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