Like a child wanting to touch a hot stove
You keep telling me not to.
to stop.
Perhaps you should just let me get burned.
Then I will understand.
I don’t want to get burned.
I’m just curious…
How hot it can get before
My hand sizzles.
-how long have we been doing this?
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
Like a child wanting to touch a hot stove
You keep telling me not to.
to stop.
Perhaps you should just let me get burned.
Then I will understand.
I don’t want to get burned.
I’m just curious…
How hot it can get before
My hand sizzles.
-how long have we been doing this?
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