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i don't trust myself
the words that slip from my trembling lips
the actions fulfilled by my shivering hands
the thoughts that run rampant through my reeling mind
like rivers cutting through a winter-stricken forest
and here i sit shaking
because here i sit freezing
i don't trust myself
a single candle
can burn down a house
but a simple breath
can hinder the flame.
there was a spark
full of hope and light
but words breathed now
sends us back to the same.

— The End —