Fireworks

by katie harvath   Feb 15, 2006


When the wick is lit.. you cant stop the flame unless you do something drastic.. which usually just makes things worse. All that's left to do is let it go up and shine what it has.. unless it is a dud.

soo much preparation for only a glimpse of beauty.. In the end it was, for the most part, worth it. Some dont get the chance to shine.. which only effects the lives of those who were their to witness its failure... To the world, it was nothing more than a insect smashed on a windshield.

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