the match has been struck a long time ago...
it's burning bright, burning very slow...
What will be left but ashes when it's gone?
How can this soul ever move on...
energy invested, yet the fire is almost out...
love costs life and time, yet, you can't be without...
The match is growing dim, this love near trashed...
We've been weakened by forces we didn't know we had...
This flame is almost extinguished, We both know it well...
But without each other, we'll both go through hell...
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Submission Name: self striking match
