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That lightbulb that flares up in your head
At moments of great enjoyment or love, and fills you with a stupidly happy grin and a soft glow.

Mine is cracked and broken, beyond repair. Shards of it stab my thoughts. It's dark, in here. That lightbulb that flares up in your head At moments of great enjoyment or love, and fills you with a stupidly happy grin and a soft glow. Mine is cracked and broken, beyond repair. Shards of it stab my thoughts. It's dark, in here.
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