It rose, separating itself from the world it resented,
The heat of anger filling its puffy cheeks.
It was downcast and carried a shadow wherever it went,
Which some people noticed but simply avoided,
Removing themselves from its presence.
It grew dark and menacing, wanting someone to look up
And really see it.
Tears welled up and it released a cry of agony for all the world to hear.
Revenge ran like electricity through its veins
And tore through its surroundings.
Nylon blinders were already being thrust upward in the face of its suffering
Before it even had a chance.
Then it noticed someone standing below it with open arms,
Eyes filled with glistening drops that tasted so familiar -
Eyes that really saw it,
Eyes that seemed to say,
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