to light my cigarettes.
I let them burn to end
to burn my fingertips.
I like to tell them stories
and pretend to like my life.
I forget all of my worries
and wish I couldn't die.
I like lighting matches
to light my cigarettes.
I let them burn to end
to burn my soul instead.
V;
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