There’s this kind of songbird that thinks it dies every time the sun goes down. In the morning when it wakes up, it would totally be shocked that it would still be alive, so it will sing this really beautiful song.
crying out of gratitude
joy
something.
being overwhelmed with hope
but crying is annoying.
i hate it.
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