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playing with fire was like sharpening the knife only just to cut your own throat ©IGMS
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
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playing with fire was like sharpening the knife only just to cut your own throat ©IGMS
nothing remains only just the ashes of your regrets
#fire
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29/Two-Spirit
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
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