"She said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar.."
But I'm not lighting up for you.
I've grown resentful of the environment.
You keep me behind glass.
I'm running out of air inside.
It's time to smash the glass and fly away.
Somewhere I can burn brighter than I ever could with you.
You've got fireproof eyes but I'm burning through you with mine.
dm.
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