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Aug 20
she’d burn to keep others warm
a heat so extreme it made her feel cold
there was no fire to keep hers ignited
she wasted her gasoline
on relationships that could never be
hoping
wondering
“when will someone strike a match for me?”
ac
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ac  16/F/Nashville
(16/F/Nashville)   
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