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I never thought about you in the daytime 

When the sun spread like melted butter over the dwindling 

Blueberry bushes. 

I’d scavenge with them 

I wanna be okay,

I've been through so much pain

I've been brought up and broken 

Silenced and out spoken

I wanna be okay,

My life was flipped over

But now it's getting better

With an ending, 

Comes a new beginning. 

A constant cycle of rebirth, 

an eclipse of emotions. 

I want to hold 

Both a pen and a sword, 

To find struggle within my words, 

To make pain drip from the ink, 

Trickling onto my palms, 

Spring is a blossom crushed 

Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm. 

It’s a season made of glass, 

Fragile, disintegrating 

Like the April showers filling 

Cracks in the pavement.