I Burn Out Hard, Like a SparkI used to be beautiful once.There was a time when I was loved. I was cherished, prized and valued. You wouldn't think so looking at me now. I sit here, horrible, ugly, disfigured, unwanted, unloved. But back then, I was something.Not that long ago, I was a thing to behold. I sat in my place, respected and revered, while many gazed upon my beautiful visage. They would travel from far away lands to be enraptured at my striking beauty. Modesty was no option for me. I swelled with pride at the smallest glance, the tiniest slice of attention. As I sat in my place of honour, I felt like all was right in the world and that nothing could ever tea
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