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Submitted to Contest #151
The candle flickered with every wind that comes by, seeing the flame only makes my time here slower. Being told to become the next one was always the topic, become what's better, become what will bring you peace.Walking on the dark cold road, the street lamps slowly got blown away, even their flames were no match for the wind.I looked down at my candle to see it dancing with the wind, slowly I could see images of my family popping up. The flame shows the truth inside you, each time it dances for you, it shows how you feel, take in each dance...
"Please, don't do it, calm down we can talk about this." She said as I held the knife firm. "How do I stay calm when all you do is lie? Every damn thing is a lie isn't it?" My mother stood barely 10 feet away from me, she let her tears run down. "Why didn't you at least try to understand me?" She shook her head. "Something's wrong with you, I know it, just come to church with us and we'll fix you." I stared into the glistening starey night. Of course, it was always somehow related to god. "Is that all I am to you? someone who broken?" "You k...
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