My love, be careful of the takers.
They’ll keep on taking until there’s nothing left
but a mere shadow of your light.
And I know it’s hard to turn away.
Your love is overflowing.
Your light is bright enough
to power a small city,
but you can’t love people
based on how much you’re
able to give them
when they can’t give you
anything in return but ash.
Nguyet Mai 
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