All of us
once held a hand
we had to let go
but wished we hadn't.Most of us
had built a love
we ached to keep
but we couldn't.While some of us
found a safehouse
we could've stayed at
but no, we didn't.ㅡ Safehouse
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Sunflower Stories
PoetryI bend whenever skies turn black. I lose some petals when it's dark. Even so, I'd rise again when morning comes, and darkness ends. ㅡ Sunflower