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read between the lines
stings sometimes an old memory hurts like getting your finger burnt by candle flames. you don't want to go there, but somehow or other you made the wrong turn, or you were forced to go there by God's divine allowance to test you, or something in you persisted to return.and then you came and got yourself burnt. you can feel the melted wax coating your skin and how it burns when it's hot. the sorrow of your soul as it cries out for fresh oxygen while being suffocated by intoxicating heat and stinging smoke. but how you wait for the time when it cools down and you can peel it off from your skin, throw it away and never look back. |
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