From the fire that burns, move along...
Fire.
It burns your skin, but only your skin. Until it reaches your flesh and bones, it just charrs your skin until it starts to peel off. You are torn down from the outside and within your hurting because you wish so much to get back what was lost. While you lie down, you start to think to yourself, a voice suddenly tells you, "I'm lost, and I can't find my way back..."
Torment.
This touches no skin, nor flesh or bones. It just runs deep, seeking the inner most desires and fears. Then, it uses those desires against you. It bleaches your mind of those desires until there is but the wait for a damned death. Not enough, it would also realise your worst fears. Previously merely dreams that were left in the shadows, it nutures them and cares for them, so that those fears should leap out of your darkest depths and come seeking for you.
Torn.
What would you do? You find a place to hide for awhile, and then you do...what? There will always be a moment when you cannot find a place to hide anymore. This moment is out there, waiting for you to fall into its trap. If you do not face your own problems, and just keep on running, like a refugee; like a deserter; like a coward; you will find the trap ever more closer. It awaits those who run, run and run. You are just running closer towards that trap and it is ever cheerful to let you in, but never let you out.
Death.
Do you seek this? It is not your answer, or anyone's. In death, you do nothing; but in life, you may live to correct your own path or change the course of life that you found to be so miserable. I know what you want. I know that you want it badly. Do you think that if you die, you can find it? When you die: you lose everything.
Retrospect.
There's always a way out. But, there's always a way to reach that way out. See, listen and move. Many can see, many can listen, but seldom do many ever move. Have you started moving yet?
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