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Apr 2016
You saw past all my imperfections and flaws
but when I looked at you, that was all I saw
I was too focused on the small details that I couldn't get past them
I gave up on us while you were holding us together like a stem
holds up the petals of a flower even when it is dying
Awaiting its resurrection
but sadly admitting acceptance
Written by
Brianne
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