Citrine

If there is a condition of mind so foul as to rot the soul, it is undoubtedly mine.

I found out I love oranges. I found out a lot of things coming here. Maybe it was inevitable? I don't know.

I learned alot about sunshine.
About clouds and rain and scary days.
I learned a lot about endings.
I learned how to give,
When everybody else takes.

I learned about heartache,
And I learned about pain.
I learned how could a man,
Make so many mistakes.

I learned about the rain-drops,
And how they loved the ground below.
I learned how it felt for me,
To become a broken soul.

The End

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