It burns; my skin is charred. I do not remember how I got here nor do I know how to leave. But even if I did, I do not think that I would want to. This fire is warm, it is the warmest I have ever been and it comforts me; it embraces me. And I slip away; in the fire.



In The Fire by A Man Named Dan

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