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I used to burned bright,
My passion flared,
I was free,
From burden,
From pain,
I could soar,
I could dive,
Then I fell,
And hatred tainted,
A flame once bright,
Now it burns black,
As the darkness,
Consumes my heart,
I spiral down into insanity,
And all I see,
Is flashes of passion,
And dreams,
That blew up in my face,
I scream as,
The dark fire of my soul,
Leaps across my mind,
And my world is filled,
With the desire to burn,
To burn as never before.