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The sun beckons me out to play. 
it flashes its brilliant rays,
winking at me, tempting me with its warmth.
“Come here little one, I will love you,” it says. 
I squint in return, closing my eyes from its shine. 
“I am unlovable,” I say matter-of-factly, almost proudly.  
“No,” the sun says in a new tongue, 
“no, you are my child, and I love you.
I love you.”

I have heard this strange language before
maybe somewhere in a forgotten life.
But I do not understand it. 
I feel my heart reacting to it,
wrenching itself into pieces.
It is the most awful ache.  

The sun is too bright for me.
I turn before I am blinded.
“Have a nice day,” I say quickly before walking away. 
I feel the sun’s heat, burning my skin through the back of my shirt.  
I quicken my pace.  

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