If I had to describe the love for me,
I would say it's like an apple tree.
I chose an apple, because it can be bitter and sweet
and all that started, when I met her on that street.
When I met her, the tree was small,
but it started growing and growing and... The next day it was tall.
When she was close to me, I was too shy to talk
so to keep her away from my awkwardness, I always walked
away from her, but I was sad, that I didn't even try
and I always told myself "for her I must fight!".
I found some things about my tree,
that, I don't know... They just blessed me.
I found out, that the Apple tree never stops growing, but because she didn't know that, in despair I was falling.
I also found out, that the apples were sweet
and I blessed myself for being on that street.
I hate the fact, that I didn't manage to try,
but the Apple tree never stopped growing even after I died...

~Crying Loner~

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So my dear friend, Crying Loner,  gets the first chapter of my book. He has been through a lot and deserves the world. I'm really proud of him for expressing himself through poetry, since he's an introverted person. I love you, MI, and thank you for being my friend and showing me your amazing work.

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Everyone is beautiful.

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