I'm the match without a candle to light
The potential heat is going nowhere
It stays unreleased
No flare begins to illuminate
No waxy string lover to cheerily flicker hot
All my other friends have found their
Spark and left me to scuffle and rattle alone
But I lie bewildered
Am I not the same as the others?
Unique, but still a match?
No one reaches out to stroke me to life
Time passes and I grow
Afraid of not being used
Left in the box and thrown in the trash
No more purpose to be had
Why am I discontent with being
Matchless
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