"You were a burning house I thrived in, you were as haunting to me as a flame. You were never difficult because fire isn't stubborn. You touched me like you had never seen skin before, and I loved it. It was winter when we were most in love and our love was pure black chaos. And it wasn't until the searing scars started to appear on my pale skin that then I realized you can't make house's out of burning sheds."All Rights Reserved
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