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The ribcage cracked and
Twisted on it's own
A tree sat there, withered and glowing
Full of pride to be in the dark,
To see the stars for what they are
It's better to not see the dirt your feet are in

As the rain came, the tree stood up
It stood up and fell backwards
It roots exposed, full of mud and water
This is what happens when you back down
When you let yourself go.
You get mud on your feet, and water between your toes.
At least it can still see the stars.