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The warmth of the candle sustains my love for him but I’m still coldThe chills running up and down my spine disturb me and I need more warmthThe dark room provides me with nothing but loneliness, silence and cold.I am lonelyI watch the only light in the room, a candle, flicker as if it’s my last breath to breatheI inhale for the last time the sweet smell of the candle as if it’s the last time I can smell his sweet savory scent, soon to be nothingMy candle has melted entirely along with my burning love for him leaving no warmth, no lightI feel like a withering roseMy petals float off me one at a time more painful each time the next one floats off of meHe loves me…………. He loves me not………….



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