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i went downstairs today and i found everyone i let leave me behind standing in a circle waiting for a light bulb to spark one last time and finally go out. when i creaked down these very stairs everyone turned their gaze from this flickering light bulb to a new face illuminated in between flashes. with each flash i saw echoes of past lives burn for hours in each set of eyes trained on me. and then the light bulb did spark one last time. and then it went out. i feel their weight. it’s a burden. i’m going to sleep now. when i wake up maybe i can go back upstairs and try something new.