a series of snapshots can play out through the night
i know you were only doing what you felt was right
but it wasn't. it was only starting a fight - you can't win.
it was like lighting a cigarette, a stick paper thin,
from the flame of a candle that isn't even lit.
call it quits.
the flame doesn't exist.
what made you decide this?
because i can't describe this.
and you can't deny this.
what the fuck.
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