I am a small candle, nothing else left to be. I sit in the corner of this big old place with just enough light for me. Theres no need to argue I hold only a small flame, and the hands that try to tug on my wick will eventually pull back in pain. The wind may come to blow me out but I'll burn the whole night through, I have me light to keep me warm but theres nothing left for you.
Reason for writing:
simple. thanks for reading.
Birth sign: Pisces
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