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Flame
  
  I stay silent
  Carrying a fire with me
  I watch all of the intimacy I do not have
  Stay distance stay quiet
  Smoking out in the 40 degree rain
  Feeling for a moment
  That I alone could cause the drop of 10 degrees
  My fingers freeze at midnight
  I am not addicted
  I tell myself
  I am not addicted    I am just hungry
  For poison
  Call me Queen
  I am beautiful
  But cracking under the picture I have painted of myself
  Pay attention notice my fingers shaking
  Vodka    sprite    vodka    sprite
  I take it all down with twenty pills
  Everybody loves me    wants to touch me
  Until I am bent over the toilet vomiting out my pride
  Queen    tiger    powerful
  By one a.m. on Sunday morning I am not sure where to go
  But by Monday morning I will be back
  Smiling    great weekend    same fake fun memories
  Dark lipstick    dark smile    cat eyes
  I get into the car and drive for hours
  I woke up sad    play it off as mad
  I am running away    they only see me charging at them
  Say to me that I am fierce
  I promise that I am just a broken face in the crowd
  A girl with vomit covered fingers
  Sweaty    dying    bent over the white toilet
  I keep the flame inside of me spreading quickly
  Burning my head    crackling inside of my skull
  I pull my lighter out and hold it to my skin
  Burn until the skin is melted   I am never satisfied
  The smell of burnt cigarettes
  Makes me ache for it now    I am not reliant I say
  Roll the windows down and let cold air grab me
  Red lips turn dry wrapped around these infamous rolls
  Everybody calls me cold
  But I am burning quickly
  Worn down from the games my mind plays on itself
  You can feel fine for a while    but the aches will come back for you
  Tell me how well I fit into winter
  I remind myself of sweaty summer
  The screams that no one heard
  The start of smoke finding a home in my lungs
  One more time   I need to know how scary     how pretty    I look
  I stay up all night wrapped in black
  Wind hitting my face    pushing smoke into my eyes
  Tell me   how strong I am

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This piece is my reflection on myself.