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m Nov 2018
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the midnight takes the flower and whispers into it a song of tragedy.
the flower is not dead.
m Nov 2018
the rose and the tulip were best friends
the rose really loved the sun
she thought the sun loved her too
she realized it was unrealistic for anything to love her
so when the tulip asked to kiss the sun
she said it was fine
the rose was a waste of sun and gave it to the tulip
but now she is regretting her decisions
she is wilting
it's too late now
the sun and the tulip are now one
and the rose has died.
m Oct 2018
i am ripping out my hair in horrible sobs . why cant I stand the sound of my own voice. shut up shut up shut up. all I do is lie. why is it always a lie.

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