I knew it was a bad idea.
I knew it would hurt.
All the knowledge in the world could not stop my heart.
I knew it was foolish.
I knew it would burn.
Yet, we are attracted to the fire that bruises us most.
i know it is making me stumble
and the floor is growing nearer...
soon it will bring my
and all I can do is let it.
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