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When given a box of Matches we light one then throw it away, never cautions of how many are left. Lighting that match is an easy task and never takes time to think about but, Blowing out the match is a semi-complex task because you must think if you'll need that match again. On goes the matches that are left in your box. Many of them that you came by where perfect and others displeased you by their lack of luminous glow . One day you pick up your box only to find one match left, suddenly you forget about how much glow this match will bring and how long it will last, for its your last match and you hold it grateful in your hands. Left in the dark you struggle to think if you should light the match, but the thoughts of that match never lighting again brings you to pain. You hold the match you were given closer to you then the Fist match and Forever see no light.
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- | Submitted on 04/03/2013 |
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- Title: last Match
- Artist: apple_of_1s_eye
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- Date: 04/03/2013
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