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Other side of the spectrum, Depression: the wax is asbestos, and the wick is steel wire.
My mother has said of my brother and I since we were born. “He isn’t satisfied burning the candle at both ends, he also takes a blowtorch to the middle.”
My brother and I still sleep only 4 hours a night in our 40s
How the fuck? 3 nights of not enough sleep and I want to kill myself and anyone who stands in the way of me getting some sleep.
Therapists: “Don’t burn the candle at both ends.”
Me, a Chinese-made festival sparkler
This, but current situation has no wax and the wick is actually detcord.
Me: Throw the candle into a fire
