postivity
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Water droplets fall from the sky,
flowers yell with excitment,
people scream in sorrow.
But little do they know
what makes one grieve
could make something else grow.
Yesterday I was someone else
Today I am someoone new learning from mistakes from yesterday
Each day growing to being independent and responsible
365 days ago was a blur
Filled with struggles
When I feel down these are things I do. The many ways I cope is how I show my hue.
