Like the sun, I was never gone.
But the subtle art of feeling lost because you can't be seen by other people made me think twice. I was hanging: not being able to make myself shine. A ray that was dark. A ray that wasn't able to give light to someone's path.
And he's a sun. Sun that has an incomplete ray. Until I came, we collided, and made a beautiful sunrise.
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Despite her name being Joy, her life is anything but Joy.
It's all miserable no matter what she tries to do to fix it.
Until...
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