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Tw: S/h

The feeling burns my skin,
The thought burns my mind,
The sight burns my eyes.

Dots of red peak out,
My vision blurring,
Skin stings,
Mind fills.

Though, I can't get enough,
I want my mind to burn,
My sight to burn,
Even my skin to burn.

Can't stop,
Won't stop.

Why try?

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