A yankee candle burns conspicuously
And I can barely breathe
I sleep trying to escape
The reality of my pain
I wake up to watch movies
And pretend to myself
That they make me laugh
But like the yankee candle
I burn slowly dying inside
A glass jar that is my being
And yet like the yankee candle
I have to smell and look good
Till the last bit of me is burnt
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