I felt my hands melt the moment I touched you for the first time.
You are like a concentrated sunbeam, an intense light that burns everything that comes near it.
I am stuck, cold and made of wax.
And God, I knew it was going to hurt.
But I thought maybe I can hold on a little longer, Maybe I can still stand firm for my supernova.
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Welcome To Reality [ A mess ]
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