the sun tried so hard. it tried so hard to keep the life on this earth up and happy, but the life was ignorant and hurt the sun. the sun cried over the earth. the life he had made did not love him back.
little did he know, the drops of water he made out of sorrow filled the world with colorful flowers and made his people happy. if only he knew.
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well. this is the first chapter. let's see how this evolves.
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makeshift roses
Poetrythey start to wilt more every day, but i can never stay away i grab the roses and touch the thorns, because pretty things have devil horns (this is just a thought dump. ive written a lot of stuff on my own so i thought id see what everyone else thin...
