Candles

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By Cutie In A Death Cab

For hours these candles burn. Counting the time that passes as I stare at the walls of this room. Tears bleed through my smiles. Smiles that don't make my eyes squint with delight, but instead, play tug of war with the corners of my mouth. One hour, two hours, three hours, four..

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