One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
Seven candles burning and smoking;
Lit seven candles flames of doubt, fear,
Sorrow, pian, waste, hopelessness, despair
They turn my insides with black soot and ash,
There is something at the back of my eyes,
A pressure building, building, building
Hot like flames of seven candles, which
No amount of breath can extinguish
One, Two, three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
The fire spreads
The fire run through my veins
Why can’t I just escape these flames of these?
Candles or is it just. PAIN
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