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Man on Fire

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Published: February 17, 2018
I saw him there. He walked with a purpose, a drive. I couldn't tell you what it was, but I saw him there.

I saw the darkness. The decay poured from him. I don't know its painful source, but I saw it there.

I saw his pain. A fire spouting from his heart. I don't know how the ash turned to lava, but I saw it there.

I saw that relief. The corruption melting off his bones. I don't know how it felt, but I saw it there.

I heard a cry. His lungs were crushed by agony. I don't know how he bottled it up, but I saw it there.

I saw him there. A man burning in his own mind. I can't call that living, but I saw it there.
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