we hurt and ache
we stumble and fall
we break and burn
and tear apart
yet we stand again
incomplete but intact
damaged but beautiful
ㅡsuperhumans
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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
