Maybe I prefer a fire that starts with wind.
Maybe it just hurts.
I am not a number.
I am not a category.
I am not a percentile.
I am not a science experiment.
I am not a law.
I am not a genre.
I am not 'an' I am.
Dear Alexander, please don't ever speak of me again.
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Maybe it hurts to have nothing wrong with you.
Maybe God wants us to play with the Devil to prove that there isn't really a Devil at all.
Maybe God doesn't punish.
Maybe he just reveals.
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