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"And then what?" Ashlyn asks herself every time she's done ruining after a momentary pleasure, a glimpse of what she could've been had she chose what she didn't choose.

"But if I'm not a flying ember trying to catch something else on fire; so I could survive then what am I? I sit alone and suddenly my thoughts swim through my veins like thrones trying to rip my flesh apart seeking freedom like I'm some kind of prison"