I sat on the ground
And picked petals off of flowers till I felt sick.
"Please try to understand"
I whispered,
"I don't think I'll ever be beautiful again."
Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
I sat on the ground
And picked petals off of flowers till I felt sick.
"Please try to understand"
I whispered,
"I don't think I'll ever be beautiful again."
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