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Candle

Trapped in darkness
It stands tall and alone
It feels cold and neglected

Then you come by
Fire so warm in your hands
You light the wick
And it feels acknowledged

Standing in light
It stands shorter now
It feels warm and loved

Then you come by
Intentions unknown
You blow out the flame
And it feels hated

Confused in darkness
It stands
It feels cold and neglected once more

Then you come by
Fire ready and destructive
You light the wick
And it feels used

Hurt in darkness
It hunches over in pain
It’s so warm, but it feels frigid

Then you come by
Intentions so heartless
And once again the flame is gone
And the candle wants it back

Stuck in darkness
Its just a nub
It wants the flame, needs it

Then you come by
Not needing the candle’s warmth or light
And the candle hates you
But loves your flame

Beaten and used in darkness
It doesn’t need you now
Just your flame

Then you come by
Not needing the candle
But you light it anyway
Thinking you’ve done it a favor
But your causing more pain

Cramped in light
The flame grows intense
The candle needs to be set free



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