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Oct 2014
What are we but rays in which makes up the sun that shines each day. Some duller or brighter than others but still there everyday showing what they have to offer. Some like to stand out and touch everything living and make them come to life. Others hide behind the shadows of the brighter lights and fear of the world as it may be or may become. I am the sun. Gathering those rays dull or bright hoping that they all stay attached and willing to feel my warmth and comfort. Til the day when that plan fails and all my rays start to slowly die off and we no longer have a sun. Just the darkness of the moon and the days that it brings.
#forever alone #never understood
Havent done a poem in awhile thought i might
breanna neal
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breanna neal
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