It reaches toward the heat,
Like it will somehow keep it alive.
When you know it burns you,
Why do you depend on it?
Does the pain,
Nor the hurt,
Beseech you to withdraw?
How.
Why?
Do you still return.
Like it will somehow keep it alive.
When you know it burns you,
Why do you depend on it?
Does the pain,
Nor the hurt,
Beseech you to withdraw?
How.
Why?
Do you still return.
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