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Sunny days brought her life.

The flower loved sunny days.

She flourished under the bright star,

smiled at its rise.

But then the next day,

it rained.

Hard.

Like a thunderstorm.

i used to dream

of the day

i started middle school,

thinking the excitement

of getting older

outweighed the pain

of growing up.

my teachers wondered why.

and now that i'm in

“When you’re living on your knees you rise up.”

Some people are on their knees because

They’re bowing down to him.

Some people are on their knees because

They’re hopeless.

Here, take my hand.