Lost and scared
I find myself buried in the ground
Reaching for some air
But there’s none to be found

Just a fragile seed
Choking on the dirt keeping me under
I’m alone indeed
When will I become a sunflower? I wonder

Constantly getting lost in thought
parts of me start to die one by one
Pull the trigger, gunshot
Maybe in the next life I’ll be a sunflower

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