Self Destruct

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In a prison of passion and pain,
Two souls bound, love's bittersweet refrain.
With every touch, a spark ignites,
And darkness lurks in those moonlit nights.

She loves you, a beautiful flame,
But self-destruction is the name of the game.
In the depths of your hearts, you both know,
Hurt and love, a tangled web you sow.

Love should not be a fight,
For true love thrives in the gentlest light.
Seek understanding, respect, and care,
And together, you'll find a love beyond compare.

Embrace the light, let go of the dark,
And build a love that leaves no mark.
For in the end, it's not about the pain,
But a love that heals and makes you whole again.

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