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- Mar 2017
And like a flower
I keep losing parts of me
Is it the wind's fault
that it blows too hard?
Is it my fault
that I easily fall apart?
Is it the petal's fault
that it can't hold on?

And like a flower
I try to bloom

But like a flower
I always wither
- Mar 2017
You say you don't care for the exact same reason why you're sad; you say you don't wanna comment on the things you wanna talk about; you say you have goals when deep inside you have already given up; you say life moves on when you know you are stuck;

*You are a living paradox who just wants to die
- Mar 2017
that's the thing
when you share your home with the wrong people, you give them permission to intrude
- Mar 2017
The anchor that kept me still is the same anchor that drowned me

The waves that rattled your ship are the same ones that brought you home to the shore
- Mar 2017
The moon doesn't have a dark side. Hence just because you don't see something doesn't mean it's bad; just because you don't see it doesn't mean it hides.
- Mar 2017
If the world breaks down turning everything into pieces, I will save the flowers and let them live. The next stewards of earth deserve to see them bloom.
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