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My thoughts? 
A wildfire born from a spark.

 

My determination?
A massive tornado, tearing down all in it’s path.

 

My mind?
An endless war with countless casualties. 

 

My happiness?
A constantly tilting scale.

 

My sadness?
The bars of a prison cell.

 

My anxiety?
A man running from a shadow.

 

My actions?
A circus of flashing lights.

 

My mask?
A bandage to hide the scars.

 

My friends? 
A flashlight in a dark forest.

 

My family?
A rope to pull a fallen man to the surface.

 

Me?
I barely know him.

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