I'm just like a candle.
No, it's not like I'm always there to light others, moreover nowadays I'm rarely used.
Just like a candle, I melt every time when people comfort me with a satisfactory lie. I believe them, even after knowing that they are clearly lying. Still, it takes me a while to understand the situation and freeze again into wax, and again melt at their lies.
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Life Or Death | Poetry |
Poetry-A body so alive but I've got death inside my mind -Some poetry of all the good and all the bad -When I wanted to live forever and when I couldn't bear another day on this Earth
