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she's like the cerulean sky so picturesque so beautiful we see her everyday yet she's unappreciated. she rains her sadness onto us clouding the once beautiful grass with grey blankets that covers all; yet we umbrella ourselves not knowing her sadness never knowing her sadness and so she shouts all her dire thoughts with a bright streak to call us to listen to her. yet we cover our ears resisting the urge to hear her plea and we cover our eyes to blind ourselves from seeing her sad face and despite all these, she pretends to be happy for our sake; casting colourful arches across her face. and that was the only time she felt as if people were looking at her smile even if the arch was for a while.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
cries of the sky.
she's like the cerulean sky so picturesque so beautiful we see her everyday yet she's unappreciated. she rains her sadness onto us clouding the once beautiful grass with grey blankets that covers all; yet we umbrella ourselves not knowing her sadness never knowing her sadness and so she shouts all her dire thoughts with a bright streak to call us to listen to her. yet we cover our ears resisting the urge to hear her plea and we cover our eyes to blind ourselves from seeing her sad face and despite all these, she pretends to be happy for our sake; casting colourful arches across her face. and that was the only time she felt as if people were looking at her smile even if the arch was for a while.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
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