Raising my hands up to the sun. I feel the het. The sun soaking into my pores, it almost feels good as sex. When I bring my arms down I realize that I'm starting to burn. My skin is turning into ash. I watch as I'm slowly burning away. As I fall to my knees one last thought crosses my mind. We don't belong in the sun. We spend our time under the beautiful silver moon.
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