my first burn started out like a storm
a perfect one honestly
the rain gently fell down our faces
when he opened his eyes you could see lightning nearby
it was calming
the sun was never too bright
in fact the clouds covered it just enough
i was protected
until this perfect storm was no more
he threw the clouds aside and left me to burn
and I did
but I am okay
i enjoy who i became
please never rain on me again
for i will become the sun

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