I pray to be kind, to be patient, to be the kind of person that someone wants to be with.
But that kind of expectation, to be noble, to be happy to be joyful all the time?
It wears a little thin.
darkness eats away at the light. And contaminates everything it touches.
I’m tired of being shiny when everyone else around me tries to put me out.
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