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Not a gaseous ball of fire. But a bringer of light, and warmth. Though I understand the sun is angry. It grows our plants, and powers our buildings, It melts our snow and uncovers our cities. But we yell "It's too hot!" Or "It's too bright" I want to help too. But what if people yell at me? I just wanted to help. I don't wanna be the sun.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
I wanna be the sun.
Not a gaseous ball of fire. But a bringer of light, and warmth. Though I understand the sun is angry. It grows our plants, and powers our buildings, It melts our snow and uncovers our cities. But we yell "It's too hot!" Or "It's too bright" I want to help too. But what if people yell at me? I just wanted to help. I don't wanna be the sun.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
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