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| sab |
playing with fire at least keeps you warm because if you go cold you might as well be dead. promethus stole fire from the gods he wanted humans to be on par with gods. so he risked their eternal wrath to give us the ultimate gift. and if he was willing to give us this life then who are you to refuse such a gift? come, warm your fingers at the fire of impulsivness of things not throught through of leaping first and thinking second. fire hardens burn scars thicken the skin come stand by me and plunge your hands your face your life into the fire. at least, here, you'll be warm. |
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| Syrope |
sab that's fantastic i can't decide if it's the resolve of playing until i get hurt or the temporary thrill of being in control of something so powerful. |
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