O my love, please do not let me hurt you so! Let me fall apart, and hurt myself quietly. Else I shall be forced to either drive you off, or consume myself. The beautiful madness may capture your eye like a flame, and bring you warmth. But alas, as you embrace me, so do you scald yourself. You nurture me when I am but a spark on embers. But perhaps you should starve me until those cinders pose no threat to your warm palms. Would you smear the soot upon your startled face, or perhaps long for burn wounds?
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nuclear_mullah:
a ballamore betty, how ya doin hun?
sixxy:
you're lovely but i'm sure you hear that from everyone. i'm a baltimororean myself. just joined up tonight and looking for new friends.