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Only I would know how great it felt to burn his picture. Watching the ashes drift and his face go up in flames.

Saying "Fuck you" to anything that was left, Saying "Fuck you" and laughing at dissolving pain.

Smell the smoke, my dear! Inhale deep into your lungs... It's the scent of the chains that held you back from it all.

Inhale deep, my dear... It's the scent of freedom from the heavy clutch of his sharpened claw