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Aug 2022
No one would care,
If I left like the air leaves my lungs after a kiss.
I'm a burden
A choice people regret as soon as they fully understand the consequences
I'm a wish people want to take back
A soul forever lost in a sea of never being enough.
I'm loved
The same way you love a painting in a museum, from a distance and with no real understanding of what it means...
A flame forever sought until it burns the skin, only to be put out again.
Reannen
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Reannen  25/F
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