When I was younger
My fire burned bright
Twenty feet tall
A child's delight
As I got older
My fire dimmed slow
A little bit colder
But still not that low
As I kept aging
A candle was left
I carried it closely
Scared of a theft
I became careless
Left it alone
Thought it'd be fine
All on its own
When I got back
Dark as night
The wick was black
There was no light
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
When I was younger
My fire burned bright
Twenty feet tall
A child's delight
As I got older
My fire dimmed slow
A little bit colder
But still not that low
As I kept aging
A candle was left
I carried it closely
Scared of a theft
I became careless
Left it alone
Thought it'd be fine
All on its own
When I got back
Dark as night
The wick was black
There was no light
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