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Jan 26
You would run into a fire for me.
You would gladly burn if it meant I was safe.
But you would not lay with me in all my brokenness.
You would not reassure me over and over to quell my demons.
And perhaps that is when I need you most.
Maka
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Maka  24/F/Sad City
(24/F/Sad City)   
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