You hoped for rays of light
in your darkest times,
catching fire flies in attempts
to make you feel alive.
The heats on, but it's not so bright.
A candle lit by the bed,
to help you sleep at night.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
You hoped for rays of light
in your darkest times,
catching fire flies in attempts
to make you feel alive.
The heats on, but it's not so bright.
A candle lit by the bed,
to help you sleep at night.
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