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Tonight i sat in the dark for a bit. (A moment of silence if you will.) Holding a taper candle, staring into its flame. At first, for a bit, i was worried about candle wax dripping down and spilling over my hands and onto either my bedsheets or the carpet. (Can hot candlewax start a fire? Surely not. Right?) And then i thought to myself, **** it." If something happens ill catch it before it gets too bad. Ill feel the pain and it will remind me that i am alive. That i am lucky. That i can still feel things. The candlewax did not spill or drip at all. (Did you know they make candles like that?? Magic.) Now, a bit disappointed, i thought, "What a sediment" I took the candle into my right hand. Oh, so carefully, I tilted the candle holding the flame over my right wrist. One drop. I flinched. The pain stopped as soon as it came. One for me. I thought, As i shifted the candle to my left hand, "This is for you. And all the pain you felt. And that i didnt know about." "This is my proof that i would have tried if i had known." One for you. I didnt even ******* know you very well. We werent really even friends. I dont know how to spell your name. And still Its too bad. Its so sad. Way too ******* sad.
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
One for you and one for me.
Tonight i sat in the dark for a bit. (A moment of silence if you will.) Holding a taper candle, staring into its flame. At first, for a bit, i was worried about candle wax dripping down and spilling over my hands and onto either my bedsheets or the carpet. (Can hot candlewax start a fire? Surely not. Right?) And then i thought to myself, **** it." If something happens ill catch it before it gets too bad. Ill feel the pain and it will remind me that i am alive. That i am lucky. That i can still feel things. The candlewax did not spill or drip at all. (Did you know they make candles like that?? Magic.) Now, a bit disappointed, i thought, "What a sediment" I took the candle into my right hand. Oh, so carefully, I tilted the candle holding the flame over my right wrist. One drop. I flinched. The pain stopped as soon as it came. One for me. I thought, As i shifted the candle to my left hand, "This is for you. And all the pain you felt. And that i didnt know about." "This is my proof that i would have tried if i had known." One for you. I didnt even ******* know you very well. We werent really even friends. I dont know how to spell your name. And still Its too bad. Its so sad. Way too ******* sad.
Hi again, i am still alive, yes.
stesekes
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
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