Searching for something to pull us through.
Waiting, hoping for that spark to light a fire.
A fire that will take us over.
Consuming us, driving us.
A fleeting hope, this tiny spark that we crave.
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Searching for something to pull us through.
Waiting, hoping for that spark to light a fire.
A fire that will take us over.
Consuming us, driving us.
A fleeting hope, this tiny spark that we crave.
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