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My candles are burning low
Along with my hope
Nothing goes my way
The days are too long
Thoughts too far gone

I’d like to give up
Take a paycheck and
Run as far as I
Can I’ve never seen the
Ocean I’d head west

To the Pacific through the
Rockies and as I went
I’d find tiny pieces
Of myself along the way
I’d put them back together

Slowly filling the holes
In my soul forgetting
All the hate I hold
Against myself gaining
Much needed self-respect