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“The ceiling that seemed so high,

the walls that looked so sturdy,

washed away when winter came.

The cold knocked down those walls, my protection.

I turned my head upward and realized

the cherry blossom tree,

once full of life had become barren with branches as sharp as thorns.

I turned to my right in hopes for a new life,

a new blossoming,

this time with freedom to grow.”

— ryun