Not Poetic
ramblings of the girl who likes to stare
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Friday, November 10, 2017
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Fixing something that wants to be broken
outspoken about the motivation from the pain.
convinced you'll never be the same without it.
Blossom and wilt, create, repeat,
you hate the feat of growing
just to shrivel up again.
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