It is surely a choice to be a candle in someone's life
It is a choice to be light
It is a choice to bring warmth
It is a choice to bring hope
It is a choice to be there at the end of the tunnel
When darkness may strike
And all shadows turn to a scary threat
Bluring one's sight

Then when one comes
And blow us out
By reducing us to a cloud of smoke
Getting vanished in the thin air
We are left to be forgotten
As all that light we shared
Had no any meaning...

This is the very and only moment when
Our choice becomes a prisoner 
Of one's own choice
We are left without any choice
And little by little our light fades away ... die.


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