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I am the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete. A beautiful marigold, reminding others of sunshine But I am still deadly, filled with bitter dandelion milk. No matter how pretty. I am still, Just A Weed. I killed your hopes and dreams but... How? I am the very thing that makes them come true. I fly peoples wishes in the wind. No matter how magical. I am still, Just A Weed. I come back after every **** spray that decays me down to a black, ashy, flower imprint on the sidewalk. I sprout back with more sunny flowers and more wish seeds. I have rooted myself. No matter what you do I will always Grow. Your honey-colored nightmare.
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
I Am More
I am the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete. A beautiful marigold, reminding others of sunshine But I am still deadly, filled with bitter dandelion milk. No matter how pretty. I am still, Just A Weed. I killed your hopes and dreams but... How? I am the very thing that makes them come true. I fly peoples wishes in the wind. No matter how magical. I am still, Just A Weed. I come back after every **** spray that decays me down to a black, ashy, flower imprint on the sidewalk. I sprout back with more sunny flowers and more wish seeds. I have rooted myself. No matter what you do I will always Grow. Your honey-colored nightmare.
Eat Me. I'm bitter.
chelsea-rae
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
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