The Dim Light
I use to be so bright,
Shinning during those lonesome nights.
But now all I show is a dim light,
For I am no longer right.
I start to whimper,
When I begin to flicker.
Until it goes dark,
Till I am no more.
I am just a dim light,
Who's completly out of sight.
Matthew Brazwell
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