silverstone

silverstone

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And when I get up from my seat, rushing past the boy, I think about fire. I think about it's beauty and warmth, how it destroys and it ruins. And i think about the boy i left behind and how he rushed into my heart like a wildfire, burning me down, from the inside. He siphoned the air, leaving me breathless. and only now that he's far enough I allow myself to breathe.
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Some wise asshole once told me that you can't stand right next to a fire and expect not to get burnt. James was a fire, an absolute fucking dumpster fire, but I figured it was safe to cover myself in gasoline and dryer lint and take a closer look. How could this not blow up in my face?

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