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Addicted
I got the idea one day to write a poem about a child who lives with his fire, and is eventually consumed and dies with his fire. I jotted down the words "pyromaniac child" in my notebook and later that night, I just got the urge to write the poem, and so I did.
The poem is ultimately about being so wrapped up in something that you never think it will be your end, but it eventually is.
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