Here I sit,
hardly sleeping.
Responsiblity,
my mind is shirking.
If I die before I wake,I pray my pain the Lord will take.
I can't think of anything to do,
blah blah blah,
this poem will do.
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Started as a flicker, meant to be a flame. Skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same.
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