i dont know who i am anymore
but thats not necesarily a bad thing
the hardest part is distinguishing
growth
the sun shines brighter
faces smile wider
wither
the night gets darker
faces cry harder
am i happy?
i see the sun but i feel the night
i smile while a tear falls from my eyes
through it all
its scares me and comforts me to know
im falling in love
with a nebulous
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