When the sun showers the world with its warm comforting beams
Do not be lured by its visible beauty
Or you may end up in pain
For the sun does not show any form of mercy that gleams
For to pity is not quite its real duty
Find joy in the pouring rain . . .
I talk from experience, for the sun is the subject of my worship, and it is also my doom. I am the teardrops of the sunset. I am glad that which is me is nobody else.
Female, 18 years old, born September 23, cannot face life without smiling, believes in the Great One, does not give unsigned reviews
I am a perfectly happy person with some form of angsty inner madness that wishes to dominate my being. But I'm still in control, as long as I continue to write about these inexplicable feelings that my soul contains. All I wish is to be that kind soul who can bring comfort to those who need it.
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