Matches || C.G.
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"We light matches just to swallow the flame."
This world is full of the deceased, it only takes a second and you're dead and gone.
He smiled, because he didn't know any better. And he realized, it was the first time in a year that's he's smiled, that he's put the past behind him. He needed to hold on to what he knew, even if it was gone.
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