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A little beam of light. That's my favourite object. A little beam of hope in the blinding darkness. Even though I tell myself that I don't care but sometimes I can't help but wish that someday someone will be that beam of light. That small dot of light you see in the distance when you're driving off in the dark long road. That small flame that comes out when you trigger the lighter in the middle of a dark room.
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My Book Of Sad Useless Poetry
RandomThey warned me about thinking too much, going too deep into the ocean, yet here I am drowning into it's dark cold water.
