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A distraction, that always seems to be what I am considered. A tool, a punching bag, a balancing mechanism, and mostly, a light bulb. If I go dim even for the briefest amount of time chaos breaks loose, but when I am shining, when I am truly, truly glowing. No one really seems to care. But what am I to do? Sitting here without rest growing darker as I hover over others’ lives They are allowed darkness Allowed to rest Their “concerns” for me Are only so I can continue to shine For them
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
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A distraction, that always seems to be what I am considered. A tool, a punching bag, a balancing mechanism, and mostly, a light bulb. If I go dim even for the briefest amount of time chaos breaks loose, but when I am shining, when I am truly, truly glowing. No one really seems to care. But what am I to do? Sitting here without rest growing darker as I hover over others’ lives They are allowed darkness Allowed to rest Their “concerns” for me Are only so I can continue to shine For them
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
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