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Thump. The heavy sound of my heart is just another reminder that I am alive. I am not the candle you requested. I am fire that asks for your hand so I can burn my touch into you. Thump. I carry a pulse that refuses to be background noise even after my head begs for you not to notice me. Maybe the cruelest thing was asking fire to apologize for burning. I want you to hear my heart thump.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
Hearts Beat
Thump. The heavy sound of my heart is just another reminder that I am alive. I am not the candle you requested. I am fire that asks for your hand so I can burn my touch into you. Thump. I carry a pulse that refuses to be background noise even after my head begs for you not to notice me. Maybe the cruelest thing was asking fire to apologize for burning. I want you to hear my heart thump.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
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