I WANT YOU TO BURN. I want you to look upon him as I look upon you - with thorns for eyes. I want him to rip apart your butterfly wings and I want you to act the fool, to try to fly away, to feel as I feel, to wonder what you did that made everything go so wrong. I want you to feel what it is like to be a flower and have no water, to be a bird and have no wings, to be the only tree in the forest burning, burning, burning.
YOU DESERVE TO BURN.
But I still don't deserve you.
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TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES
Short StoryWE WALKED WITH WELL-BRED PRIDE, TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES, HEARTBREAK IN THE TRAIL WE LEFT BEHIND.
