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You never saw past the glory days of 17. 
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs. 


Bright idea.

Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.

You were selfish to drop out. 
You were selfish to quit.

And 
now that you're gone, I can't help but look up
at the light shining down on me from your ceiling fan.
I changed the bulbs. 
So why is everything still so dark?
And how do I go about life when my only friend snuffed out my candlelight spark?
Could you come back home, please? 
I can't do this without you.
And I might go insane if I have to sit and stare between the cracks in your ceiling blades any longer. 
Maybe I'll snap them off,
cut my wrists, 
and join you. 
Wait, 
even though I'm depressed, 
I know there are people in my life 
that still need me. 
That's something I could never get 
through
your thick 
ing 
skull. 

Selfish.

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