I want to fix you.
Or, at least help you.
But all I seem to do is make everything more complicated.
I'm sorry....
I increase the heat of the flame, and by the time I've realized it, you're too far gone, and the forest has burned down.
And it's all my fault.
So I write this piece full of apologies you'll never read, and I pray to a god I've never relied on. I pray that we'll make it out alive...
if not together.















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'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold, that's why I got a heater for your thighs, and I know
I know it's not your time
But buh-bye!
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xx;;
Autumn Angel
[Dislikes her username.]
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xx;;
Autumn Angel
[Dislikes her username.]
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