One day when the sun was shining,
I started to wonder how it stays warm.
Now of course there's a scientific explanation,
But it could be more than that.
Maybe on the inside the sun is cold,
Whilst on the out it looks bright gold
Maybe it hides things that we don't see
Maybe the sun is just like me.
On the outside, a beacon of hope,
On the inside, a world of 'nope'
Too scared to tell, too scared to show
How these things affect me so.
Where's the sun's shine?
And also, where's mine?
It disappeared long ago,
And darkness engulfed
So I can only help others
Be happier than me.
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Unfinished stories
RandomA bunch of unfinished stuff. It ranges from fanfictions to original stories. I'll add tags as stories are added.
