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to the dewed dawns from nights I thrice
cried
from failed growth and final failed try’s
From the sun beaming too hot
from your rays consistently hitting the
wrong spot
you always reflected the bad parts of me
hidden holes no one could see
digging deeply you pestered my soul
instead of loving me
and all I needed was the vitamin D
yet you stayed blinding, no real value just
faking sun shining
down on flowering me
thankfully I’ve been plucked
finally free
