Tell me, Mr.
How the fuck am I supposed to rekindle my fire,
When you keep putting out my matches.
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Walk Between the Lines
PoetryAn expression of my thoughts and emotions through ambiguous writing. Poetic, isn't it?
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Tell me, Mr.
How the fuck am I supposed to rekindle my fire,
When you keep putting out my matches.
