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The
burning candle like my life
The
candle burns bright.
I
watch the flame burn to nothing,
just
like my life.
It
slowly burns away.
Day
by day.
Night
by bight.
The
wax like my feelings
just
drip away and hardens.
I
light a cigarette and watch it burn,
burn
like the candle.
The
candle still burns and so does my life.
I
try to blow it out yet it won’t go out,
like
my life.
As
the candle burns my life passes me.
I
sit and count the passing hours.
I
wonder if there’s anyone who loves me or cares for me.
Now
all that’s left is the burning candle ,
wax
dripping,
like my life.
Like
my feelings.
The burning candle like my life.
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