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what if, when you die, you don't see the light because you are the light?
because you certainly aren't the overwhelming, empty void of darkness that you've felt encompassing you, suffocating you, for the latter half of your life.
what if all you needed was a push in the right direction, a bit of encouragement, acknowledgment, the smallest gesture, to shine?
YOU ARE READING
SEMICOLONS
Poetry; in which she dies a thousand deaths without flatlining. - all rights reserved.
