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Beating back fire and flames
herding through sweat and the blood
blood of my calling comes pouring,
covered in earthen-oil mud.
Never saw, ever, a sign
of someone who always held face.
They were all broken down with the crying
of losing a life-and-death race.
Broken and sobbing and ripping
ripping through shoulders and spine.
Pain! is the wrenching, enduring
almost a 'best friend' of mine.
Carrying water of yearning,
learning to quench its thirst,
hopefully gaining, no, earning
the best place to finish = the worst.
I never saw anyone dying,
my eyes been glued shut long ago.
Fighting through summer and winter...
which is worse? Rain or the snow?
Wishing I spoke of the hardship,
the troubles that all must go through.
But I am elite. I fight back the fires.
That is what firefighters do.
For the Unsung Heroes you guys rock.
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♥Whose Line is it Anyway?♥
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These Are My Thoughts
This is mine, and no-one else's.
All The Random Stuff That I Am Thinking At The Moment. I write fanfictions a lot. Watch for those.
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No, I am not begging for donations. That's just lame.
Yes, I am explaining to try and remain at least semi-cool.
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