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Nov 2018
it sits like a candle in my head slowly burning the wax of uncertainty
except i don't know when this candle will finish burning
every time i try to blow it out it burns me and i scream in pain
for i am unable to control this candle right now
it has control of me
beatrice
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beatrice
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     Fawn and hannashe
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