Written by Jacob Ibrag
I reached for the flames, willingly. I
knew the repercussions and reached anyway.
Third degree burns through the layer of my skin.
Third degree burns feel different than I imagined. I
scream at first and live through the pain. I clasp
my hands and marry my own existence.
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Wow that defines what majority of us do. We reach foe the flames knowing the consequences.
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Beautiful. This is a great piece. Lots to take away here..
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Thanks Ben 🙂
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An all too familiar experience.
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Sometimes, you need to experience through an immense sort of pain, in order, to feel alive!
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Last line is amazing, though “marry”- this has very final implications. Can you not touch the fire for a little while, deal with the burns and then decide to play it safe, so to speak?
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Can you?
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hmm.. I’ll have to get back to you 🙂
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