the one with unhealthy coping mechanisms

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your love was the flame i was drawn to

i had no fear of getting burned

i just wanted to lean into your warmth

it was a shame when you were whisked away

left to rot in the corners of my mind

yet glinting

always glinting

god why did you have to be so pretty

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