When will she tire of it?
Self-destruction is quick.
She’s trying to prolong it.
Here, her heart.
Here, her scars.
She’ll give you all of herself.
Little do you know.
Tell me you love me.
But you do.
She’ll be gone in the morning.
The firefly that burns brightest.
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