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Light
Why is the light so dim for my own eyes?
Is it easy for everyone to see?
How come everyone is pulling me away from it?
It is hard enough to walk towards it.
Every inch of my body is bruised, bloody, scraped and disfigured from climbing to it.
Why am I so weak?
I cannot fight any longer to see what is past the light.
I can only dream of its appearance.
Is it filled with kind people trailing bright flowers,
and the sun shines yellow everyday
and the moon lightens the dark night?
Or is it full of hatred and dull, rotten life?
I guess I will never know unless I walk into the light.
