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**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. … This is about burning. … Not because of the Sun. But rather, the fact that you blindly followed a torch in the darkness and now—now you are lost. … 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. … You wanted to grab the torch to bring the light closer, to see better. … But you went to far and grabbed the flame. ...**
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Burn
**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. … This is about burning. … Not because of the Sun. But rather, the fact that you blindly followed a torch in the darkness and now—now you are lost. … 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. … You wanted to grab the torch to bring the light closer, to see better. … But you went to far and grabbed the flame. ...**
Its_____Riley
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
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