Burn For You

Burn For You

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All my life I've been living alone , never had to think about my anyone other than me and my goal . when I was done with my mission , I thought the actual purpose fulfilled , that I've nothing to live for anymore. Yet, when I met my angel I instantly knew that I have to keep her safe from this cruel world . Her always hopeful eyes are to die for . I'll pull my heart out of my ribcage and present her on a silver platter . I've seen the cruelty of this world , but I'll never let her face it . she's too pure . gotta keep her away from my dirty business and love her untill she can't take it anymore .
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