All those times I walked through and endured the fire; just to rescue the boy who had set me on flames.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
Like moths to flames.
All those times I walked through and endured the fire; just to rescue the boy who had set me on flames.
