Dear matchbox I hope you're doing well in his pocket. He is burning down all your mates for his satisfaction. Sometimes you escaped from his palm grip to save them. But you come back in his hand as he picked you up to take out another mate of yours and burns his head to burn my face. I'm burning down to my end. And he will throw you off the same way as he threw me. But don't you cry because you still have a life. Look at me I was born and die being the ashes in dark Your faithfully Cigarette
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