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Jan 2021
The brightest flames
burn you the worst,
leave you the coldest
when snuffed out.

So I'll go without warmth,
the sun, the moon,
and the stars.
Ill look away from her eyes.
Ill forget her touch.
I dont want to feel this
I dont want to bleed
on such a beautiful person.
Im not healed enough yet to deserve these feelings.
Owen
Written by
Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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       --- and Bogdan Dragos
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