Jun 2018
Some grow old,
Some die young.
Some favor the moon,
To the warmth of the sun.
Few live it through,
To cold temperatures.
But all can burn,
All can burn.
Some die young.
Some favor the moon,
To the warmth of the sun.
Few live it through,
To cold temperatures.
But all can burn,
All can burn.
We are all blessed and plagued by our unique experiences. But one thing we all share is that we burn. Whether it's for pleasure or shame, we all burn at some point.
(25/M/Santa Clara, CA)
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