"Fire" from 19.09.15
When you tell me I'm beautiful, I smile in spite of myself. I feel like I shouldn't obsess over your words the way I do. I'm my own person. I don't need to rely on anyone else to make me feel secure. But your words still warm my heart. And that scares me. Because one day, still with that same fire, I may instead be burned.
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