Like a candle without wax

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My dear fellow:

Like a candle out of wax, or a
Wick that’s gone wet and my last friend won’t lend me a match.
Like a squirrel on a branch that can’t hold up on a tree,
About to be chopped.
My dear fellow…
Once I had a dream, now,
I am a condemned man at the end of his rope,
Like a lion in a cage,
Without hope,
With nowhere to go and no one to help.
So what,
What do I do?

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