We are nothing but a flame. Beautiful but people fear each other causing one to fade away as easy as that because they are nothing but a tiny flame, they can't spread without something to create it's spark. Just that one single spark is all they need to create a flare but many fade because they are too late. A person is like a flame because it can easily be put out as it was started. Those that wait, watching their light flicker, grow dimmer. You hold the cup of water in your hand that can kill their single light that they have. So they wait hoping that you don't take away the only thing they have left.
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The Battles of Depression
Short StoryThings that I wrote when I was down maybe a few of you will understand may even help some of you who do.
