The Spark

I fear I have lived far too much life in far too little time.

In my 16 years I have loved and died and been revived more times than one could possibly count.

I fear the amount of life I’m allotted is running out.

My spark is running out.

My will to live is running out.

I lit the fuse too early and someday soon,

I’m going implode.


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