We start out with our connections
as an empty light board
Slowly, each empty spot
is replaced with a little light bulb
As the years roll by, more lights appear
But not always
Some lights go dim
Some lights burn out
Some lights shatter
It's a sad, but true fact
That all lights
burn bright somewhere
but not all are here.
~bhscorch1313
"My People Are Not the Same" by bhscorch1313 is licensed under a
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