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I stood up and left the fire that burnt my touch, though as night falls I grow to miss its warmth.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
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I stood up and left the fire that burnt my touch, though as night falls I grow to miss its warmth.
#trauma#regret#autonomy
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
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