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against my will— you have carved out a part of me to keep for yourself, to keep alive the old flame that burns with your hatred. and i— i don't understand why you feed a fire that scorches you more than me, why you engulf those cold enough to linger near. and i don't want to be your kindling anymore.
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
wooden punching bag
against my will— you have carved out a part of me to keep for yourself, to keep alive the old flame that burns with your hatred. and i— i don't understand why you feed a fire that scorches you more than me, why you engulf those cold enough to linger near. and i don't want to be your kindling anymore.
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
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