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you told me how
flowers need to
whither before they
could bloom;
how it was a must
for me to break
in order to grow

but that was just
your excuse—a
mere justification
for the hurt you
have caused

darling, you must
have forgetten that
sunshine exist
when you couldn't
become one.

— a r e i a i e n

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