The torch in your hand draws me close.
I hold it and it burns.
And now the torch makes me scared.
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Poetrysmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
torch
The torch in your hand draws me close.
I hold it and it burns.
And now the torch makes me scared.
