Maybe one day I'll wake up and it won't hurt as much anymore. Maybe I'll be able to breathe without thorns scratching the insides of my lungs. I'll be able to smile and not think of yours.
You're dangerous, a flame, and the closer I get, the more I'm bound to get burnt. But fire is beautiful, alluring, and it draws me in.
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