Just Like Me
The lightbulb in my room is going out.
It works for a bit and just flickers for awhile,
And when it starts working again it’s dimmer than it was before
I miss how it used to glow so bright, every nook and cranny were lit up.
But now it’s dark, and my room is a shadow of itself.
Just. Like. Me.
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