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consume me in flames
i still cannot write about you
cursed by these memories
shaking, i long for the day i am free
from your touch
from your words
and your spinning, spiraling web of lies
and your hold on me
your grip is suffocating, even now
your fingertips are inferno, branding me
it still burns after all these years

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