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Mar 2012
Those times when you drop your only lighter between the car seat and the center console
too small to fully dive in, but too close to give up.
You keep trying
thinking about what you want to do with that lighter
but you can't reach.
Months later you don;t have a lighter
the first thing you think of is that one that fell between the cracks.
Try it again
think about where you need to take that lighter
but you still can't even reach.
At that very moment your light, it-
its never coming back
Written by
Katie E
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