She was my light. She was the first one to guide me through a world where I couldn't see anything. She became my moon on the sleepless nights, and the warmth that carried me through the cold ones. She grew brighter, and I tried to grow alongside her. But somewhere along the way, I fell behind. Now she's brighter than anything I've ever known brighter than the sun itself. And I'm just a mere me, no longer able to bear the sight of her light. Not because her light became too much... But because I started believing I wasn't enough to stand beside it.
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