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i need to know that you will still want me / when the stars you said you saw in my eyes / turn into black holes / eating light and devouring all forms of matter / not caring who or what it destroys
it burns you from the inside out / until all that remains of you is ashes / and the embers catch on the ones you love / and they burn with you
3 am becomes confessional hour