Philanthorpic enough to burn myself to give light and warmth to others? Yes.
Selfish enough to burn those poor moths who love me and come too close? Yes.
The light I give carries the darkness within, and yet , had my heart not been so dark, I'd never been able to glow and spread the light. Mirrors reflect me, the wind fights me, I die every moment I live.
Even the brightest white is but a shade of gray...
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