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Sanctuary

When I'm small, I feel underground.
Hidden in the silhouette, I stand away from the flame.
 Aching in her grave, she grabs her chest, smoke coming out her breath.
I stand long against the light, she reaches for my hand.
show me love she says,

I'd rather die than to be with you.
Written by thecolorpurple
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