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.
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 5:56 PM UTC
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.
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