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Jul 2017
I would look even if it burns my eyes. Unlike the sun, you can grow brighter. You are smouldering coals. But darling, some day you'll be a blazing fire. And I've always wanted a funeral pyre.
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Josh  18/M/Liminal space
(18/M/Liminal space)   
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