As I sit here & write poetry,
I don't expect sympathy
Even though it would be nice
If I gave sympathy to myself.
It's hard to play the cards I was dealt
It gets even harder, trying to explain pain I've felt.
But life is on a timer,
Kind of like how a candle melts
Now like I said, I don't need your sympathy
But I would like some from myself.

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