You try to light a little flame of hope, but the light throws shadows upon the wall. They whisper and try to close in on you, obscuring the brightness of the flame inside that deserves to radiate.
It’s time to blaze.
You try to light a little flame of hope, but the light throws shadows upon the wall. They whisper and try to close in on you, obscuring the brightness of the flame inside that deserves to radiate.
It’s time to blaze.
Gal With Gloves 
It’s time to blaze away my friend.
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