The Luxury Of Street Lamp
I wanted to be born as a star but someone had a different idea. That's how I ended up as a street lamp. I die too soon and flikcer too much. But yesterday I saw a moth trying to kiss me. It almost burned her. I have heard stars do not get this luxury. ~ive modified the original text from twitter by anonymous.
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