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My Midsummer spleen.
By Chibbi
The suns rays hold no significance to me
as I sit in my soil, surrounded by false warmth.
Blooming comes naturally,
it is something that I cannot control or ignore.
All around me the other flowers pretend,
straining, eating up my unwanted sunshine.
Blooming comes naturally,
so why don't I bloom?