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Light
My candle lies in a dark room
Once it’s light is illuminated, it will fully consume
The candle sits idle, no one can see where it lies
For my light to shine, I need somebody to give me light
Do I need the light? Darkness is the absence of light
My shadow will still haunt me
The more I run to the light, the longer my shadow becomes
It grows in distorted shapes, clawing outwards cutting through the light
Does it have a choice? It bends to my distorted will against my control
Since I must move, does that mean my shadow has to act
If I move positively, does that mean that my shadow must balance out the opposite
If I fly, it swims. If I drown, it consumes me
I won’t wake up, and I like that
Thank you for giving me light, my best friend that created my worst enemy
After all, the wax is the conduit and the light burn through it
The pain is almost over
It died
I can sleep.
