You travel in packs
You go through the fire and ashes but are not gone
You become the same as all of your friends
White and purified
People may discard you but you are not lost
Your pack will survive
You are addicted to the fire in your heart
It becomes your reason to live
White wolf or cigarette
It's all up to you
The cause of cancer or the solution
Your decision
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Wow.
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Just came to me out of the blue this morning
I found it rather profound and posted
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My poetry doesn't come to me, I have to think about it and work on it. You have talent!
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I usually have to think too, but ever since I started foruming here, my creativity has bloomed.
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I've noticed. *glances at RPs*
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