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I could no longer control my helplessness along with this horrible encumbrance slowly crushing me like the machinery that they use to destroy these innocent effloresces. I went to the silent flower patch that I had first bloomed many moons ago. Waiting for the loggers to reach my destination, I picked up one of the pocket lighters that one of the loggers had dropped earlier. After taking one last moment to appreciate the gentle murmurs of the plants around me, I pointed the end towards one of my petals, and ignited the flame, setting me off, glowing in the night. I started to shake and spin around like I had done before, as I begun my final performance. I could feel the fierce flames blackening my colorful body into the grey ashes I had spawned from, and with every twist and turn, the pain grew more and more excruciating. But as the embers swirled around my blistering body, I felt the passion inside my heart grow, the need to continue my life's fulfillment until the moment I could no longer move.
As the blistering flame finally enveloped my entire figure, the agonizing pain began to block out my senses, all I could see was darkness, and I could no longer think. I could only continue my desirous dance. The entire flame enveloped me like a blooming tulip, the embers swirling around me like delicate petals as I twist. The only thing I could still comprehend was the voices of the flora around me. Rather then cry or panic, I could hear a melody being sung by each one of their individual voices. The voices churned around me, slowly forming into an entire choir of voices, all in rhythm with each movement I made. Though I could no longer see, I could feel each and every person and Pokémon in the forest watch my glaring finale. An overpowering combined voice surrounding my now charred ears, singing into them.
And the singing was beautiful.
This was my first try at something like this, and it was kind of hurried.
