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Post by lilly2 on Jan 29, 2011 15:35:49 GMT -5
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong Maine stared into the flame, his mind in a different place then his body. Slowly his finger slid below the ball of fire, scooped up a clump of warm wax then dropped it into the heat. The boy knew perfectly well that he shouldn't be playing with candle wax. That sooner or later he was going to get hurt. Though, that never seemed to stop him. Every time he was left alone with candles, he's start messing around with them all over again.
His finger slid down past the danger zone once again, retrieving more wax. Every time Maine repeated the process another thought left his head. Which, usually, would be a very good thing - at least the teenager thought so. But at this moment, it was the exact opposite. In a few minutes Maine was to be hanging out with his older sister like friend, Gaby. Though, since he was playing with a candle, that thought was almost completely gone.
Maine shifted in his position in behind the back row of books. Why of all places he could play with a candle was he doing it in the library? Because no one knew about his addiction to candles. Because this was one of the only places he could find to play with a candle where no one would see him. But most of all, he came here originally to colour with Gaby. It just so happened that the boy had found a candle in the bottom of his messenger bag. And everyone knows, when you have an addiction... you just can't help yourself.
Tagged;; Gaby <33
Note; MY RAGE HAS RAGE. I was almost finished this post but my computer is an ass and I lost the post so now here is the crappy second version D: I'm sorry, hun.
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