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It’s a symbol. Everytime i light one up, It’s a silent cry out that i screwed up. That i didn’t have it my way. That i’ve succumbed to the powerlessness of where my life is headed. It’s my own way of showing that i’ve been rejected, And that i have to compromise and do what i can: Find alternatives that (although not how i pictured it to be) can sustain me, and keep me alive and sane. It’s my pocket knife that defends me on the most danger that the world can provide. It’s my blade that can pierce through the skin and into the guts but missing the point of killing. It’s a silent scream to the world that i fucked up big time. I’ve lost alot of precious time, And that there are no other ways to do it, but this. In every unbearable inhale comes the soothing exhale, and a smile. Because it’s okay. It’s alright that all of this is happening. It’s okay to compromise. That my system still functions and breathes and that i can still do more. With every exhale comes a new beginning, A new way to look at life. The whole point of life isn’t over. There’s still infinity to look forward to. There’s still hope. So i light one to celebrate. I light one to be known. I light one because i am broken, but still i live for another day.