A Moth's Final Monologue
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Light. Good. Go. Fly. Light. Close. Here. Happy. Warm. Good. Good. Good.



Good.




Bad. No. Dark. Help. HAND. HANDS. LEFT. RIGHT. CLOSER. ESCAPE. HELP.
Wait.
Why?
Why do I deserve this? Why me? I've lived an honest lifestyle. I came out of my egg and gave what I took. I never hurt a soul, and I built a damn strong cocoon. This isn't fair, every other moth I've met has either died surrounded by loving larvae, or…
Oh no.
Am I alone? No it's… Oh fuck I do deserve this. I grew up alongside caterpillars snatched from the clutches of life by the crows, leaving only me, and what do I do? I've laid no eggs, I spend all day chasing fucking lamplights. I'm the only one who complained about metamorphosis, I was the last one out of my egg, I'm soft. A defect. I close my eyes and meet the inevitable, the best path forwards…


Nothing.

Oh. Oh, how silly of me! This isn't a retribution, this is an awakening! A call to be what my brethren never could. I'll finally stop chasing lights and mate! Oh, I'll be a lovi- -

CLAP!

"Got him?"
"Yeah nah he's done."

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