Miss Roze.

I'm a candle burning slowly at both ends making love to each second I flicker in passing moments as I smile knowing that the more I lessen, the more I gain as at my core lies a wick of gunpowder, for shits and giggles. Because everyone expects dreams to remain dreams, and lives to only prosper on the conventional, just like how candles are meant to burn themselves out slowly. And in simple humanity lies our flaw of constant suffering. We expect. So read me as I flicker, as I sometimes flail weakly, and one day, as I dazzle exhaling my last breath of carbon dioxide as I explode like a star in my self made vision of this universe.
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