Poem #64: "Burnt Matches"

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I'm tired of living
I'm tired of caring
I'm tired of thinking
That people are still caring

Over and over
I hear "kill yourself"
And over and over
I hear "live"

There's so much to live for
Yet so much to lose
I've lost my only sister
I can't lose you too

I've burnt many matches
I burnt myself too
It's become my new addiction
I like the smoke and sting

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