Much like the wick of a candle
I exist merely to burn

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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
To slowly fade away
Much like the wick of a candle
I exist merely to burn