Fireflies

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The warm sun sets fast
As the fireflies blink awake
I think of you like

Suffocating summer nights
....
Fireflies in a jar with grass

A miniature home
I constructed it myself
But morning brings death
....
I won't confront anyone
About my feelings instead

I refuse to think
.....
Nothing good comes from adults
I learned this myself

You manipulated me
I cannot think any longer
I hate to feel it

Disappointment and
Regret
I hate to feel so
I won't.

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