I want something that shines, so bright it guides me through my own self-induced darkness. Is that too much to ask for? Perhaps, perhaps. And maybe that's my fault, my flaw. Maybe that's my own cross to bear. I built it, after all. Seems fitting that I should carry it across my darkened brow. Someday I'll grow up, I think. Someday I won't need so much.
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