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The fire sparks the words come fast
But still I don’t know what has passed
I snap at things I used to bear—
Then cry alone at all that’s there
It’s not one wound but layers deep
Of things I couldn’t name or keep
The little cuts the swallowed screams
All burst through silence in my dreams
But anger means there’s something lost
A line that crossed a hidden cost
It’s not the worst that I can feel—
But proof that pain is breaking real
So if I flare without a name
Don’t ask for calm or fix my flame
Just let me burn then sit beside—
Until the ache can finally slide
