remember when a simple dandelion was the most beautiful and rare flower.
and when if you fell you didn't go to the hospital for a broken bone, your mom just put some Neosporin and a bandage on your knee.
and when you could pluck the petals of a daisy to determine if your crush liked you back.
now it's more like utility bills piling up on the counter and bouquets of dead roses sitting on a kitchen table long forgotten by the moved on couple.
it's wars televised for all to see and pills to help you sleep and alcohol for when that doesn't help.
it's more like drowning your sorrow in the whole carton of chocolate ice cream and Friends reruns on tv interrupted only by the occasional commercial and your tears
it's competing for likes on an app that only exists on your phone and being **** when it comes to real life conversations.
in these times it's not about who you are, it's about who you pretend to be on the internet.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
remember when a simple dandelion was the most beautiful and rare flower.
and when if you fell you didn't go to the hospital for a broken bone, your mom just put some Neosporin and a bandage on your knee.
and when you could pluck the petals of a daisy to determine if your crush liked you back.
now it's more like utility bills piling up on the counter and bouquets of dead roses sitting on a kitchen table long forgotten by the moved on couple.
it's wars televised for all to see and pills to help you sleep and alcohol for when that doesn't help.
it's more like drowning your sorrow in the whole carton of chocolate ice cream and Friends reruns on tv interrupted only by the occasional commercial and your tears
it's competing for likes on an app that only exists on your phone and being **** when it comes to real life conversations.
in these times it's not about who you are, it's about who you pretend to be on the internet.
man listen,,,,,, i hate this
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