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I came into existence as fresh as a flower Full of aspirations and dreams Which now wilt away From societal screams I abuse myself Ripping myself from my roots Pedal follows pedal Onto the cold hard ground I stopped knowing whats real Not knowing how to feel Losing all sort of direction And turning toward silence I abuse myself Ripping myself from ground My petals fall And I do nothing at all.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Dying Flower
I came into existence as fresh as a flower Full of aspirations and dreams Which now wilt away From societal screams I abuse myself Ripping myself from my roots Pedal follows pedal Onto the cold hard ground I stopped knowing whats real Not knowing how to feel Losing all sort of direction And turning toward silence I abuse myself Ripping myself from ground My petals fall And I do nothing at all.
#suicide#depression#sadness#death#abuse#nature#flower#hopeless#personification#selfhate
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
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