Plethora [Of Poetry]

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Hey, do you still look up to the moon? For that fabricated safety?

That feeling that another person is looking to the same moon, the only thing that connects all of us in that time when you feel like you're endlessly falling down, down, d o w n

d    o    w    n

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Look I really wanna help
I really, truly do
Like strangers get together
Flowers do bloom

My assumptions may be wrong
But it's nothing to hide
I'm speaking from my experiences
They come from inside!

Yea, I'd love to tell you
That what you've done
I've failed to do

But you gotta understand me
Don't get me wrong
I love to see you all together
Laughing, singing songs

It's just the start of the year
Things will sort out
Don't worry too much,
Cliché, and it's loud.

The flowers will bloom
Spring will come
The moon will set
Here comes the rising sun

Believe in yourself
Your words have the power
Love belongs to everyone
Don't cower

You'll do this again,
Like you've done it before
You'll walk out alive
After running through a garden of thorns.

[Mean, would be useless if I didn't tag Sharon379 here, wouldn't it? If you don't get it then it's fine, pretend I never tried. Lmao enjoy.]