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There's a kerosene on my hand and a lighter on the other, the house of the Songs in front of me and a sweat falling down my forehead. Standing there I look at the the house and how amazing it is that people are still living in there. Debbie looks out the window and closes the curtain for her room from the second floor. That makes it sure she didn't notice me standing there. It takes me a second to light up the place. The whole place. Fire catches on straight in line making its way to the song's great house. burn within anger from the heart, killing anything, destroying everything that get in its way. That's when scream skips out of the house on fire. "Everything burns," rage and anxiety flow through me at the same time. "Nothing stays."
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