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i am a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling attached to a string you pull when you need the light and as you find comfort in darkness you stop pulling the string i then start to realize you can see in the dark and never needed my gleam you used my flare until it started to fade along with all i had left to give at least you don’t pull my string anymore and as you find a match to light i am a now just a lifeless lightbulb hanging from the ceiling
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC
lightbulb
i am a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling attached to a string you pull when you need the light and as you find comfort in darkness you stop pulling the string i then start to realize you can see in the dark and never needed my gleam you used my flare until it started to fade along with all i had left to give at least you don’t pull my string anymore and as you find a match to light i am a now just a lifeless lightbulb hanging from the ceiling
my laundry room is only lit by a single lightbulb and it died
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC
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