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We sit in a room with nothing but the scorching fire burning my skin, and a cigarette pressed against my lips. Yet, you are the thing that causes the most harm.
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
Harm
We sit in a room with nothing but the scorching fire burning my skin, and a cigarette pressed against my lips. Yet, you are the thing that causes the most harm.
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
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