Time and time and time again
I’ve lit the flame
And watched it all burn down
Knowing nobody feels the same.
I move on, away from that place
Only to find another like it.
Once again, I light the flame
And watch it burn to ash, bit by bit.
The flames eat tirelessly
At the places I used to know
Just like they burn my heart
Down to a dim, flickering glow.
I’ve watched them burn so many times
The fires of my fate.
Soon, so soon, I know that
I will be the meal the flame ate.
So, take no heed of these words
Scrawled on blank white paper.
For the life of the author who wrote them
Will soon be consumed by her fire.
Nothing can save me.
For now I know that
It’s my turn to die.
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