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i like the sun—
it shines, forever, on me,

i am scared one day it shall
disappear,
and i will have nothing left but my heart,

the broken, old, rotten one,
hurt by the burden of life,

maybe in time my heart shall rest,
but for now, with the sun, it aches,

for the sun cannot always shine,
and I cannot always blossom.
i tried so hard, but they didn't listen to my poems. Again, i never thought i would be sharing these, but if you are reading this, "hello."
my soul cries,

and i know, i know souls cannot cry, but if they could, mine would, forever,

and always,

the wind brushes the soul that cries, and my face wets with the invisible tears,

for my pain is deeper than water, deeper than sand, it is the pain we all hold above us,

i hold all their pain.
i shall write until my fingers can no longer type the words i feel. i never meant to share this, but here it is.

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