Ain’t No Sunshine bih.

You help yourself to my rays,

cleansing me of the luxury of sunshine,

but I let you.

I watch with a childlike wonder

as my leaves wilt, frantically searching for the warmth that was so innate before.

My roots, once so strong and grounded, lounge about frail and malleable.

Days, months, and eventually years pass by…

With those minutes that slipped away was my vibrancy,

my desire to thrive.

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