After the fire, we're left with nothing but dust

If I could smoke all the sorrows away

and drink all the pain

blame myself for your betray,

burn in the fire you set for yourself,

and drown in your ocean of tears,

I would,

but I'm no longer here.

- Alex Antally 🌸

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