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Wired

We’re two separate objects that just happen to work together. The cords plug through an electrical outlet allowing the energy to run through our circuit and connect. It created a spark that can light up the darkest of the rooms, but you've burned out. You leave me no choice but to switch you out. You leave me feeling tangled, burnt out, and the ache of knowing you're going to be gone. Why couldn’t you light all the rooms forever? I would much rather never light up a room without having you. But where does that leave us, sitting in a dark room with no use.

Wired

We’re two separate objects that just happen to work together. The cords plug through an electrical outlet allowing the energy to run...