slowly like incense, you're burning away. I have to go, I cannot stay. Your smoke encircles me, I cannot see. You hold me back while I'm trying to leave. Your fire is gone, so quickly it dies. We'll never re-kindle, no matter how hard you try. c
Reason for writing:
anger,a little resentment, and some teen years thrown in for flavor.
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