This isn’t about the Sun anymore.
This isn’t about being the Earth anymore.
For once it’s not about being walked on.
It’s not about false hope.
It’s about hurting.
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This is about burning.
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Not because of the Sun.
But rather, the fact that you blindly followed a torch in the darkness and now—now you are lost.
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And no matter how long you stare at the plaster on your ceiling, all of the lines and dots and weird shapes, the map isn’t clear.
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You wanted to grab the torch to bring the light closer, to see better.
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But you went to far and grabbed the flame.
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