my weeping willow

my weeping willow

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we were never old enough to realise how fucked up this world is, but trauma forces you to grow up without ever ageing. It's easy to spot those who grew up living a life, not just surviving. Those who were surrounded by the joys of the world, rather than the darkness, those who go about their life without having to worry about who was around them, . and then there is Willow.
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That's where I saw her, just underneath the weeping willow. She sat with this solemn look on her face as she read this huge book. And that's when I just got confused, how could someone so beautiful look so sad? It never looked right to me, even when I was just so young. Now everyday she sits beneath that tree, for six years. It took me six years just to get the courage to just sit next to her, with the help of a little anger from my family. I unexpectedly befriended her that day, and afterwards, we ended up sitting next to each other almost everyday. Together we sat, right under the willow tree. Only to have it end almost too quickly.

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