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You were the fire, and I, a fragile stick– you watched me burn like it was beautiful. All that remained of me drifted as ash in the sky, while you slipped away into your own smoke. A love that scorched too deep– its scars still whisper, and I…. will never forget. ♡ lil-usagi
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC
Fading Smoke
You were the fire, and I, a fragile stick– you watched me burn like it was beautiful. All that remained of me drifted as ash in the sky, while you slipped away into your own smoke. A love that scorched too deep– its scars still whisper, and I…. will never forget. ♡ lil-usagi
2025 – not sure when I have written this
lil-usagi
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC
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