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did you know that you read with your eyes

I've been working on this for a while, I completely re-worked it yesterday and fixed up typos and things today
this is still unfinished I think, so maybe I'll add more to it later but right now I'm tired and would like to sleep

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The light in my room is very pretty. I take extra good care of the cover that goes over it. the other day got the ladder ready, as I often do, to go up and clean it.
I always take the bulb out before cleaning the cover. You don't want to damage either of them. especially since my bulb was so expensive. I wanted it to last as long as possible because of how pretty it was. But today I tripped and dropped it. The carpet flooring cushioned the fall and the bulb stayed together. But the day after I put it back, it began to flicker. Sometimes it'd fade out completely.
When I tell people about my light they always say the same things about how my dad could deal with it. But that's just the thing. he doesn't understand. I got this bulb behind his back. I've left clues about it being special all over the place, but he'd never pick up on them. He thinks me obsessing over a light is a crazy idea.

I spoke to my mom briefly the other day. She's messed up lights too, even one quite recently. Different kinds of lights, but she understands why mine was so important.
She told me to just give it time. I'll find another light. Which probably holds some truth to it, but I'm not ready to let go of this one.

since then I've put that bulb in a different, smaller lamp. Sometimes it struggles still and flickers on and off like it did before. But it really trys it's best. I'd be sad to see it go if it stops working any time soon.
But I have faith in my light. It'll keep powering through every day.