Let regrets...
His love was a hellfire I was bathing myself in, Every touch left a trail in my soul, A burning desire and scorching thirst, no water could ever quench. What else could I do but to leave and save myself before I turn into ashes? Still, I left, But I never took one step away. ©reddragonfly
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