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Apr 2020
you burned your finger
while you're in a rush
to light up the candle
to save you from darkness

the same way I burned my finger
when I tried to revive the light
in the last candle I have
to save me from nothingness

a matchbox, a candle, and a struggle —
welcome to the burnt fingers club,
were you trying, to find meaning
in the dark too?
midnight
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midnight  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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