Hey guys, this is like a continuation from my last journal. That poem inspired me to write this...ive never really been a good writer but i put a lot of emotion into this so i really hope you guys like it!
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It turns out that the yellow flower,
that once shined so bright
stopped
and started to whither.
For the yellow flower needed those broken buildings.
The broken buildings had been cleaned up and taken away.
They had left the flower to die in a dark abyss,
where none of the buildings remained.
However, there were a few pieces of glass,
here and there,
Reminding the flower
of what had on