His face looks like the sun. It's shining and dazzling but I can't touch it. He always shines by his own neutrons don't need somebody to derive him light like the moon.
He burns me like the sun, warm me up like its warm heat, wanted like its rays.
You don't get the benefit easily without burning yourself.
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Psychopath.
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