I used to stare,
into the sun,
until it said,
'I am done.'
It left my world,
and left me there,
slowly dying,
but it doesn't care.
Now I sit here,
all covered in snow,
there's no room here,
for me to grow.
Though my sun's gone,
maybe it's for the best,
and now maybe,
I'll tower above the rest.
Maybe the lesson,
that I'm to learn,
is that true love,
is a treasure to earn.
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