slow typing in a dark room

I wish the darkness inspired me to be the moon

or even a firefly would be more than fine

but I am surrounded by so much of it

that I don’t remember what it is and what is mine

I wish I was a poem born from pain

or even a paragraph about how it made me feel would be more than enough

but I am everything that I do not want to be

and all I have done..is given up

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