"why are you crying?" i ask the world as her tears fall down on to my bedroom window
"the people here have hurt me," she cries, "they've damaged my beautiful creations."
"oh, sweetie. even though the people here have hurt and damaged you, it doesn't mean there are people who don't care," i tell her.
she gives me a sad smile and her tears stop but the negative thoughts still cloud her head.
"why might you be crying?" the world asks me from my bed.
"this is where our similarities show," i tell her, "the people here have hurt me."
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
