A troubled soul who couldn't tell you what her problem was
She couldn't pinpoint the root that kept her grounded
But she would tell you to break a branch from her tree
She wasn't afraid to be naked, to be without her leaves...
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
A troubled soul who couldn't tell you what her problem was
She couldn't pinpoint the root that kept her grounded
But she would tell you to break a branch from her tree
She wasn't afraid to be naked, to be without her leaves...
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