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My head hits the floor, my eyes see darkness. I feel enveloped in heat, in the flames of the place people are afraid of; but a holy flame, like a martyr’s immolation, something worthy of sainthood.
“My love,” I beg, in a chant or a prayer. “My love, my love.”
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Triste historia pero me encantó uwu