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I wake in the morning to a singe question: Can I use your computer? Immediately, my heart races... I'm sweating from parts of my body I didn't know existed, I swallow, I panic I answer Yes, but But... It is slow... But... It is small... But... It is weak... ...I am weak The 1st question was simple, do I own that device? The answer, however, is more questions Is it enough Are you enough Why use it when you could use something better? Why know me, when you could know someone better? I am the broken lightbulb That lightbulb designed not quite as bright, Staring at brighter bulbs and not content to be dim. Blinded by their light Unable to notice the beauty of my own.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
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I wake in the morning to a singe question: Can I use your computer? Immediately, my heart races... I'm sweating from parts of my body I didn't know existed, I swallow, I panic I answer Yes, but But... It is slow... But... It is small... But... It is weak... ...I am weak The 1st question was simple, do I own that device? The answer, however, is more questions Is it enough Are you enough Why use it when you could use something better? Why know me, when you could know someone better? I am the broken lightbulb That lightbulb designed not quite as bright, Staring at brighter bulbs and not content to be dim. Blinded by their light Unable to notice the beauty of my own.
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steaphan-markotanyby
Sydney, Australia
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
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