"I'm going somewhere you won't want to see..."
- Steep, Lauren Christy
Goodbye.
I must go now.
Before your presence, I can no longer stay.
I am scorched by your light.
If I come any closer,
I'll perish like a moth to a flame.
I cannot allow myself
To be consumed by your warmth.
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