Irrelevant

Seasons come and go,

flowers continue to bloom.

Who gives way to rain,

when sunshine is prevalent,

                       behind the mountains
                       
                the skies 
         
         the dew.

I close my eyes,

see my misery.

Pitch black darkness.

Free of rivalry.

Not Today – Alessia Cara
the pains of growing up

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