In my free time I entertain with a lighter. First I turn on a strand of my lush hair, an act innocent, imperceptible, but I burst conquest. Glow fleeting, ephemeral beauty atmosphere full flash of light, shadow enemy. That sound celestial, the crackle of the flame when it touches my hair and love intrigues me. I want to shelve this torment, but will further prompts me to repeat the process, into a continuous, although it is impossible because the fire is abrasive destruction and fear.
This accumulation of contradictions led me to take the difficult decision to burn my head to bonzo ... just to finish what has already begun.
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