the sun taught the moon how to shine for whomever he loved and he started burning for her.
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one night she traced the scars, that I had carved long ago into my skin out of despair and agony, with caution and gentleness as she softly pressed her lips against my forehead, holding me close to her heart —— and the scent of grace and mercy, unselfishness and an aching heart had embraced me; and for the first time I understood what people mean when they say that love is a drug; for she was the addiction I would never recover from, and the home I have always been searching for in the darkness and the shadows, was located right in her arms.
