Sunlight
A room once filled with sun
Slowly turned darker and darker
Slivers of sunlight sneak through the cracks
They've began to disappear quicker
I used to grasp at the sun
Tried to grab the bright rays
But I'd rather sit back
And let the dark overtake
Those who still grab sunlight
Honestly seem fake
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