she burns her finger.
she screams.
she jumps.
she laughs.
it gets kissed better.
it's never painful, just annoying.
just like always.
except this time, every time it throbs, she's reminded why she doesn't want to go
- - - - -
"You must lie upon the daises and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind / the meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind"
- Patience, Gilbert and Sullivan
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:( <3
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