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my soul is a chamber in which a candle sits. a strong flame burned, which kept me alive. however, week after week, the water filled the chamber, putting the flame out, leaving me cold and lifeless. the water would dry, and the chamber was empty, except for a single ember that glowed in the dark. I lit matches every day until I saw a spark. now it fiercely blazes, stronger than it's ever been.
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
empty, except for an ember.
my soul is a chamber in which a candle sits. a strong flame burned, which kept me alive. however, week after week, the water filled the chamber, putting the flame out, leaving me cold and lifeless. the water would dry, and the chamber was empty, except for a single ember that glowed in the dark. I lit matches every day until I saw a spark. now it fiercely blazes, stronger than it's ever been.
#escapril day 3! A little late, but it's here.
soulmusings
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
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