happiness. the glow you get as you shed the leaves of the dead. the sun showers you with love and a shine no one can seem to place their finger on. you dance through the days, letting the radiance speak for itself. people stumble upon your path, making a daily appearance a their exit and entry. your smile creeping farther and farther up ur cheeks as the little tings bring your phone to life.
the winds change and now the sun's friend lifts you. the light lowers as it flickers at your skin, tearing at your petals your colour
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sometimes you see the weight of the world on your shoulders. every bone in your body crashing, caving, crying for help. you spend days working it off, paying your debt to the higher powers. parents, friends, god, the angles. your music gets sadder.
the pitch gets lower
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your failed lovers' tails tangle into a selection of nobodies to fill their plugs. electric sparks bursting from your thoughts. dreams, talks, breathes of him come and go. the crazed obsession to check scores, people, counting each cut of grass at his fingertips
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how many of those has he sent to you? how many times has he reached out? cared? how could you ever be so naive? he never liked you. it was the attention. did you even like him or was it the idea of love? you don't like him. you never did. you like the attention.
so, you, the flower tries again to find the sun, yet the eclipse was the winter. and the winter wonder was that of unexplainable sadness. one that never leaves. it comes and goes with the wind that blows the flower and its petals. one falls and the next keep
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