About anyone or anything anymore.
Let alone myself.
I don't know why I continuously set myself up for failure.
It's like I'm playing with fire.
I know i'll get burned, and all fires will burn me.
Yet, I still have some sick fascination with it.
As if I think I'm immune to a burn.
I seem to think fire will quench my thirst.
That's how ignorant I am.
Time to extinguish this mess I've made
And see what's left when the smoke clears.
Which I'm sure, isn't much.
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