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Apr 2020
him
he's that fire
who keeps me warm
but every time I try to get close
he hurts me
still a part of me wants something more
and I keep burning myself
I can't run away from him
as I'm scared of dying in cold
addicted to his warmth
I go back to him for survival
even though his proximity kills
I'd rather die in his flames
my sun my moon my star
dabble
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dabble  22/F/nomadland
(22/F/nomadland)   
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