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Feb 2015
I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN
MY MOM TOLD ME TO STAY
AWAY FROM FLAMES BECAUSE
THEY CAN BURN YOU EVEN
IF THEY LOOK PRETTY I WAS
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD WHEN I
FIRST SAW YOU AND KNEW
YOU WERE THE ONE FLAME
THAT WAS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO
STAY AWAY FROM NO MATTER
HOW MUCH IT HURTS.
also not mine but reminds me of someone.
mia
Written by
mia  17/F/NY
(17/F/NY)   
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