Bittersweet Disposition
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Last published Sat, Aug 30, 2014
There are some things in life, that no matter how much we despise them, loathe them, push them away, they will always return to torture us.
When little girls play with fire, they get their fingers burned.
I've lit far too many matches in my time.
It was about time I sparked a fire and got myself burnt.
I really wish he wasn't the karmic flame that scorched me.
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