Itís okay for you to do it
Not me-thatís different
Unacceptable, Unconscionable, Irresponsible
But Iíll do it anyway.
Spite feels good, and I want to see you burn

I donít want to hear about self-immolation-
Youíre no monk
I want to help.
No, really, I insist.
Need a light?
Well, hereís a match anyway.
Make a wish.

Ė written by Chloe

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