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Jun 2018
How am I supposed to bloom,
While you step all over me?
How am I supposed to grow,
When I’m thirsty for love.

How can I become beautiful
If I’m left out in the cold.
Maybe you have seen me blossom,
Yet, my insides have decayed.

n.n
Nivine Nahli
Written by
Nivine Nahli  26/F/Somewhere On Earth
(26/F/Somewhere On Earth)   
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