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TORN
Hopelessly, horribly torn.
I don't know what to do?
I feel like I'm at the center of
a room full of candles.
Every candle a part of him
that I care about.
They're going out
one
by
one.
Soon, I'll be alone.
I'll be lost in the cold,
harsh, chilling dark.
When it happens what will I do?
Will he look for me
where he can't see?
The clock is ticking,
the wind is blowing,
another candle's out….
