The bad days are what made the good days so sweet.
Even when it rained all day, I knew it was to prepare for growth, beyond what I could see.
When birds weren't singing, or when the wind was heavy, I always knew to look for the sun.
And when the sun wasn't out to play,
I learned to talk to the moon.
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Unconditional
PoetryA series of stories and poems relating to breakups, friends, and life
