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What About Me?
Her words fueled the embers she thought had died out years ago
Years ago, this fire that once raged within her, broke bonds she thought were unbreakable
Unbreakable bonds, she had since formed, and couldn’t chance this flame once more, burning out of control
Control, she had to maintain, though her expression may have betrayed her words
“Words… just can’t express how happy I am for you – truly”
Truly, she wanted her words to sincerely reflect her thoughts but, they did not
They did not; they would not and she could not
She could not hear any more, for fear of that flame reigniting
Reigniting Spreading Destroying
Destroying what took her years to rebuild. She was about to erupt
Erupt with those feelings she thought were long gone
Gone from this conversation, was where she wanted to be. She had to escape; she needed an excuse
“Excuse …me… that is so great to hear, but I really, do have to run!”
Run to the only Water that can quench this fire
This fire, called jealousy Dear Lord, What about me?
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This hits home for many I’m sure
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What About Me?
Click on image for full view
What About Me?
Her words fueled the embers she thought had died out
years ago
Years ago,
this fire that once raged within her, broke bonds she thought were
unbreakable
Unbreakable
bonds, she had since formed, and couldn’t chance this flame once more, burning out of
control
Control,
she had to maintain, though her expression may have betrayed her
words
“Words… just can’t express how happy I am for you –
truly”
Truly,
she wanted her words to sincerely reflect her thoughts but,
they did not
They did not; they would not and
she could not
She could not
hear any more, for fear of that flame
reigniting
Reigniting
Spreading
Destroying
Destroying
what took her years to rebuild. She was about to
erupt
Erupt with those feelings she thought were long
gone
Gone
from this conversation, was where she wanted to be. She had to escape; she needed an
excuse
“Excuse …me… that is so great to hear, but I really, do have to
run!”
Run
to the only Water that can quench
this fire
This fire, called jealousy
Dear Lord, What about me?
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