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and i swear i saw them standing there
_______Gathered in a circle, thanking the
↷↷Ｆｉｒｅ↷↷
that gave them ↔ L ɪ ғ ᴇ______
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Wherever we go, there are always people. Strange ones, beautiful
ones with eyes that sparked fires. These are the people that are always
remembered and for simple reasons. How could anyone forget them? They
were those people who offered you a single night of thrills, a night of new
experiences like you'd never before seen. These were the people you
remembered late at night when you were bored, always thinking that maybe,
just maybe, you could relive that night. But you never could, you weren't
them. Never were. You weren't born of the same fire that molded them.
A small group of friends fell victim to these people's games late at
night. A wicked party or two, sneaking into fair grounds late at night,
disobeying the rules that were set by strict parents. That night of thrills
came and went like a flash of lightning, all too quickly and completely
noticeable. So that night faded quickly and school faded with it. But months
later those same people with fire in their eyes reappeared, dangerous
smirks dancing on their lips. They offered another night of fun, another
night of wicked pleasure in the form of rule breaking. But this time the
stakes were raised, it wasn't the childish things they had begun with, this
was stepped up. A whole new level unlike any they'd seen before. Whether
to say yes to a night of danger or to say no to the consequences that
could follow.
The answer.. was yes. A night of living it up followed, doing whatever
they pleased just because they felt like doing it. And who sat idly by,
helping them achieve the goals they were trying so hard to reach? Those
who had been molded by the fires. They got them into whatever they
wanted, never saying no. But that one night turned into a curse. They
were caught, and those with fire in their eyes disappeared. Jail was the
consequence they paid for, each sitting in there for two years. Parents
stopped talking to them, friends looked at them with a mix of pity and
disgust. They were alone, only with each other. Fleeing the city they
found themselves once again face to face with the thrill-seekers. But this
time they aren't all too happy to see the people who got them into jail.
and i swear i saw them standing there
_______Gathered in a circle, thanking the
↷↷Ｆｉｒｅ↷↷
that gave them ↔ L ɪ ғ ᴇ______
╚═══════════════════════════════════╝
Wherever we go, there are always people. Strange ones, beautiful
ones with eyes that sparked fires. These are the people that are always
remembered and for simple reasons. How could anyone forget them? They
were those people who offered you a single night of thrills, a night of new
experiences like you'd never before seen. These were the people you
remembered late at night when you were bored, always thinking that maybe,
just maybe, you could relive that night. But you never could, you weren't
them. Never were. You weren't born of the same fire that molded them.
A small group of friends fell victim to these people's games late at
night. A wicked party or two, sneaking into fair grounds late at night,
disobeying the rules that were set by strict parents. That night of thrills
came and went like a flash of lightning, all too quickly and completely
noticeable. So that night faded quickly and school faded with it. But months
later those same people with fire in their eyes reappeared, dangerous
smirks dancing on their lips. They offered another night of fun, another
night of wicked pleasure in the form of rule breaking. But this time the
stakes were raised, it wasn't the childish things they had begun with, this
was stepped up. A whole new level unlike any they'd seen before. Whether
to say yes to a night of danger or to say no to the consequences that
could follow.
The answer.. was yes. A night of living it up followed, doing whatever
they pleased just because they felt like doing it. And who sat idly by,
helping them achieve the goals they were trying so hard to reach? Those
who had been molded by the fires. They got them into whatever they
wanted, never saying no. But that one night turned into a curse. They
were caught, and those with fire in their eyes disappeared. Jail was the
consequence they paid for, each sitting in there for two years. Parents
stopped talking to them, friends looked at them with a mix of pity and
disgust. They were alone, only with each other. Fleeing the city they
found themselves once again face to face with the thrill-seekers. But this
time they aren't all too happy to see the people who got them into jail.
