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Oct 2018
i want to pick myself up
            head in pinched fingers
pull my tired body out of reality's
stone walls and
            blurry vision
aching steps
            and charred black worries

crumple me up
            melt me down
and pour me
into the tiny orange flame
of a tall white candle

let me hover over
life
crackle softly
rest peacefully
and
burn

slowly
sparklysnowflake
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sparklysnowflake  22/F/perpetually heartbroken
(22/F/perpetually heartbroken)   
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