Everything I touch burns to ashes,
everything I love turns into dust.
Playing with fire has always been my solitude,
as I've never felt more at ease except then.
I've been cursed with this reality,
I will destroy everything I touch.
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Subconscious Mind
PoesíaMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
