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I don't know what you have to prove.
"Every time you feel hopeless and lost and you give in, I feel it. It's like there are flames licking at my ankles and my wrists and from inside me. And when you kiss me and you wrap your arms around me it's like I'm going to burn to death."
You're quiet for a moment, and then you tell me:
"They said it would feel something like fire."
It feels like I'm being consumed by the sun.
"Every time you feel hopeless and lost and you give in, I feel it. It's like there are flames licking at my ankles and my wrists and from inside me. And when you kiss me and you wrap your arms around me it's like I'm going to burn to death."
You're quiet for a moment, and then you tell me:
"They said it would feel something like fire."
It feels like I'm being consumed by the sun.
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