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Aug 2020
No place feels safe enough for you when searing incandescent flames reside in your own body.
It completely consumes you and the smoke fills your lungs and you suffocate.
Nobody will touch you, but they can tell there's something wrong. They know theres been something painful slowly burning you from the inside, and they know its safest for them to keep you at a distance.
You ache and burn and all you want is to be safe.
To be reduced to nothing but ash is all you can hope for.
if my old self is dead then I can start again
TotallyNotPoisonedSoup
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TotallyNotPoisonedSoup  19/Transmasculine
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