Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.
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Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.
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