Candle

July 9, 2018

When you asked me if there was another way and I said no, you knew I was hopeless, but you listened to me anyway.

When you asked me if our lives could ever move on from this and I said no, you knew I was hopeless, but you listened to me anyway.

My darkness consumed your candle and I'm sorry.

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